Category Archives: An Eventful Life

Occultism Revealed

Not very long ago, I bought this journal which I always had with me because of my obsession with writing. Even back then I sensed something bad with it, but I thought that I must be wrong. Sure, I have the gift of discernment, but do I really always feel it?

Not very long ago, I bought this journal which I always had with me because of my obsession with writing. Even back then I sensed something bad with it, but I thought that I must be wrong. Sure, I have the gift of discernment, but do I really always feel it?

Max and I officially became a couple on July 7th last year. It was summer, I had the boy of my dreams and everything was perfect. At our five-months anniversary, however, things started to get bad and I could feel myself going in some sort of depression. Max and I started to fight and I had no idea was I was doing (or going to do) with my life. The God I’ve once had a close relationship with seemed distant, or rather hateful, towards me and I had no idea what to do. I didn’t want to hang out with my Christian friends. I didn’t want to go to church which is usually the one place where I can feel like myself.

However, last Thursday, in Psychology-class, it came to me. With the journal in front of me, I realized that I really did feel something with it. (Those commas!) At the cover of it there was this six-pointed star and I googled the original meaning of it. Guess what I found?

“The Six-Pointed Star: The origin, and history of the six-pointed star (hexagram) and its mysterious link with mankind from the days of Egypt are intriguing. The six-pointed star has long been used in magic, occultism, witchcraft, and astrology, and has been found at the scene of so many occult crimes that the police in California issued a directive to all schools warning children to be cautious of this symbol.”

http://ojgraham.com/SixPointedStar.htm

Oh, crap. Yes, I have huge problems with occult objects. It doesn’t matter if it’s something printed on a T-shirt, a piece of furniture, statues or scented candles. It all affects me really bad as time goes by.
Now to the fun part; I checked my bank account which tells me I bought it on November 26th. In other words, ten days before our five-months anniversary!

Now to my favorite part! As I was straightening my hair that spectacular morning (Yes, I straighten my really short hair that doesn’t need to be straighten. Don’t judge me!) I told God that he has to give me some kind of proof that he actually cares, because I felt that I could not be living this way. I never tell God stuff like this because I’m afraid nothing will happen and I will doubt his existence. (Yes, I’ve seen tons of miracles and wonders and still doubt.) And then this happens!

The journal is now burned and is no longer affecting me. You won’t believe how relieved I am. Both me and Max have seen  huge differences in these couple of days.

I guess the point of this post is that you too should be careful of what you bring into your home. Even if you don’t feel it directly, it does change you in a negative way. Pray for wisdom and for the right people to come your way if you are unsure about these kind of things, and I, too, am praying for you! God bless!

Love, Sara

The Moment That Changed My Life

I have been a Christian for seventeen years, in other words: all my life. My mom got saved when she was young, and so were my relatives. I grew up in a loving, Christian home, (with a lost, distant father, sure, but that didn’t matter) and I went to church every Sunday with my mom. Sunday school was fun, and at the age of six I attended the church’s school. I grew up with weekly Bible verses and morning-prayers and I was taught that God does miracles and heals the sick, and I was taught that God loves every single person in this world. When I was around ten years old I began to get tired of it all, due to lack of evidence of everything I’ve been taught.

When I was twelve years I switched over to a Non-Christian school and I continued being sick of God. I was healed during this period of time from a disease causing me not to grow. For some reason this didn’t affect my Christian life and I lived on with my bitterness.
One day, a Saturday, three years later, at the age of fifteen, my mom went to a church located in another city, half an hour from were we lived. I don’t really know what happened that day, but my mom came home completely changed and began to watch GodTv. I was still mad at God, so the GodTv-watching bothered me, even though I told her it didn’t. The next day she more of less forced me to the church, which I’m today really thankful for. This church was different from any other I had attend. During the Worship people were crying, and they continued crying as they bowed in front of the golden cross that was placed at the front. I remember my mom’s tearstained face looking at me as she was mimicking the words: “Can’t you feel it?” I shook my head. Feel what? God’s presence. As I looked around, I realized I was the only one not feeling it, and it bothered me more than I dared to admit.
After the sermon, mom and I went to this man who had a weekly prayer-group meeting that day’s place. That’s where I met David. A beloved brother in Christ and one of the most intelligent persons I know. Do I even need to tell you I admired him? However, as we were there, during prayer and worship, everybody, except me, began to act strange. Some started to laugh and some were crying. They were either jumping around or laying on the floor. God’s presence was there, and again, I was the only one not feeling it.
After this, I, too, watched GodTv, and I cried each and every time someone was healed. We continued going to the prayer-group meetings and this continued to happen. It was the first time I’d seen people being touched by the Holy Spirit in real life. I remember one night very specifically because that time I saw someone being healed, for real, for the first time. Ironically, I was the one laying hands on her. One of her legs were shorter than the other causing her to have back-pain. It grew out before my very eyes. Instead of being happy or thanking God, as everyone else were doing, I ran out of there crying.
Understand this, dear readers, I had been mad at God for years, thinking he’s not who everybody said he is, if he even existed at all. Although, that night, I had all the evidence I needed. Even though it wasn’t the biggest miracle, it was enough. He was real. He is real. Everything I had been taught growing up, everything people had told me, everything, it was real. I remember feeling… relieved. For the first time I knew that whatever happened to me, he was there and he would take care of it. I was safe.
Love, Sara

Delivered, Strong and Free

I’ll have you know that I have dreamt of writing this post. I always imagined it to be full of joy and how I tell you how wonderful everything is. I imagined this part of my life to be like the song “I’m Alive” by Peter Furler. Things never really are exactly as you expect them to be, are they? It’s not that I’m disappointed, because I’m not. It’s just that I imagined this time of my life to be… easier.

Do you remember me telling you that I had some sort of body-ache? It felt as if I had this creature on the inside of my ribs and how it grabbed my ribs, pulling them inwards, making a hard time for me to breath. I never told you, but it got worse over time. I ended up having trouble hanging out with Christians, I couldn’t go to church, I couldn’t pray nor have other Christians pray for me since I would literally manifest. That is, by the way, the grossest thing ever. I threw myself backwards and forwards and I kept making these hand gestures as if to protect myself from the prayers.

However, I was in Denmark over summer-break and this one guy, this one pastor,  Curry Blake, laid his hands on me and commanded it to go. Sadly, it wasn’t as pretty as you thought it would be. He didn’t walk up to me and was like: “Hello there, God’s child. I come to you in holiness and I command your body-ache to disappear.” Nope. I had a hard time even walking up to him since I had this thought telling me to run in the other direction. When I got to him and he put his hands on my shoulders, I backed away. When he once again put his hands on my shoulders, I began to shake violently and growl at him. The really weird thing was that I knew that I was doing these things; backing away, shaking, and growling, but I couldn’t control it. I remember standing there thinking: “Sara, what on earth are you doing? Stop it!”

It did disappear though. Not at once. Not as he was praying from me, nor as I was walking out of that place that night. Not even the day after. It wasn’t until I got back to Sweden as I realized that it was gone.
So, that’s that, I guess. I was delivered. I am delivered. I think it still hasn’t quite sunk in yet.
I’m not sure of what I was expecting, but this is not it. I feel like a war is starting, not a physical one, but a spiritual one. A new, different war. The thing is that I’m sickly excited about it. I am now sure of where I stand, and I know that nothing can really hurt me. At least not anything from the spiritual world.

Love, Sara

The Perks of My Delusional Hopes and Dreams

Am I the only one feeling as if summer-break is some kind of a restart-button? It is that time of the year when you may do something drastic and it is totally okay.
You may be starting a new school and have all these hopes and dreams (maybe even worries, but I promise you that you’re gonna be fine) of how it might be. Maybe you get a dramatic haircut and you feel like a whole new person. You may dye your hair in some creative color. You may meet tons of new people who inspire you and makes you do all these things you’ve always wanted to do. You may have spent all of your time at home by your computer and now wonders where the summer-break went. You may fall in love. You may even get a girl/boyfriend. You may completely change your way of clothing in an attempt of really finding yourself. I may or may not be guilty of the thickly marked lines. I’m just saying.

Maybe you’re like me and promise yourself to be so much kinder and so much smarter etc, etc, next semester. Your grades and going to be amazing because you are really going to focus on school, or you are going to be so good at work and your boss are going to love you, and you are going to have the most amazing social life and make so many new friends. You are going to completely change your life around and everybody in the entire world are going to love you.
Now, I don’t know about you, but I, however, never live up to these things. Still, every year I think of all of this and really, like really really, believe that all these things are going to happen. Then, of course, reality strikes in and you figure life’s harder when you’re out of your head. Which is both a good and a bad thing, I guess.
Even though I’m completely delusional and do this stuff every. single. year. I still love the fact that I do it. Not because of all the excitement I have for the next semester, but for the moment I fail accomplishing these things. That is the moment when I realize that I am perfectly fine the way I am. My surroundings are perfectly fine with me and I don’t have to change anything and make me into something I’m not. Even though I’m not the smartest or the prettiest or have the best grades, I’m enough, and that’s all that matters to me.

Love, Sara

DRUGS VS. GOD

I would like to talk about what for me is a heavy subject. Drugs.
Because of my dad and his addiction that sooner or later led him to death, thoughts saying “test drugs” does not exists in my mind. I have this personal goal saying that I will never ever try it, to prove both to myself and to the people around me that my past doesn’t automatically settle my future.
My friends, however, are not as fortunate.
My mom keeps saying that it is shocking how many kids these days are burned out when it comes to God. (I call them kids because I still see myself as a kid even though I turn seventeen in two months). How many kids -or teens- there are that are so very convinced that there is not a God. I don’t judge them. I would be one of them if I hadn’t seen God perform miracles myself.
I, however, tell her that drugs are nowadays not a big deal. I have several friends that have tried it, and a few that does it on a regular basis. …and that comes from a girl that is born and raised in a Christian home and does not hang out with “bad guys”. Please sense the sarcasm so you don’t get offended.

So, what do you do when one of your best friends texts you saying; “I might do drugs later.”
You pray. At least, that’s what I did. I prayed while walking around in the small apartment repeating the words “God is bigger.” to myself.

I also sent him a dramatic text saying:

No, I do not support it.
No, I do not judge you.
Yes, I still love you.
Yes, I will be there for you if you get in trouble.
You already know that it’s not good for you, so I won’t tell you that. I’m trusting you in this. 🙂

You could choose to become scared. To become really terrified and walk back and forth while rubbing your hands together. But, actually, you don’t have to. Truth is, God is so much bigger. Plus, Jesus gavs us the authority to pray against evil. I keep finding myself forgetting that. God is bigger. He can fix this. We have got to trust him.

Love, Sara

Learn and Grow

I actually wrote this post a few weeks ago. A lot of amazing things had happened and I was so encouraged by the people around me, so I did what I always do. I wrote it down. Still, I felt that it wasn’t time to publish it. Not until today.

I have been thinking about the term “role model” lately. What is a role model? Well, Wikipedia describes it as “any person who serves as an example, whose behavior is emulated by others”. Not that complicated, is it?

I have lately begun to see people. Really see people and appreciate them. It is a lot thanks to the school I’ve been going to for almost a year. You learn to see people as persons and how there is so much more than the person you are physically seeing. It also has something to do with me studying drama, that makes you become more aware of the people around you, since your job is to become someone else.
Even though, I feel as if God is trying to show me something.

I have begun to see these really beautiful things in the people around me. Like when someone is talking about – or doing – something they are really passionate about. Or when you feel someone feeling comfortable being around you, and they are just being themselves. How one person always cares about the people around them, even though they don’t really have a reason to. How another always knows what to say when you’re feeling down. How someone never gives up, no matter how hard it is. How another boldly talks about Christ, and you faith is uplifted every time you meet them. How one person wants to teach you something you have always wanted to learn. How another truly wants you to success.

This is the kind of things I love in people. That is what I look up to. These small, maybe by-passing moments when they do or saying something incredible and encouraging. The effect they have in your life. What they teach you, what you teach them.
When it comes to me and my role models, I have a lot of them. I keep looking up to these small things in different persons and try to soak in what they are doing, learn, and hope that I’ll someday be as encouraging – as they were at that moment – to someone else.

I’m talking about the people you meet in your daily life. In school, at work, in church… The ones you meet out of a complete coincidence. And what I find incredibly amazing about these role models is that they are usually not aware of that that is what they are. They are just being themselves. Having a normal day. Carrying on with their life. Not thinking about it.
So why not do the same? Why not be yourself, and trust in that God is making you into the person he wants you to be. Because I am sure he is already using you in different ways.

Love, Sara

Roses, Happiness and Awakening

Roses. Happiness. Awakening. Those are the words that comes to mind when I think about last week. Roses; because there were a lot of them. Happiness; because I haven’t felt that happy in a long time, and awakening; because all of us realized how real God is. As if we all have been sleeping all along and we finally woke up.
I went snowboarding. Destination: Norway. A church I have been going to since I was little made this camp, consisting of eight people.

Two nights before Valentine’s day Pumba, the camp-holder (I’ll tell you the story behind the name another time) came up with this awesome idea of giving out roses to people with Bible-verses taped onto them. So that’s what we did. We bought one hundred (yes, one hundred!) roses in different colors and then we sat around a table writing down the Bible verses on small pieces of paper. All of it written in Norwegian.

…and the greatest of these is love. 1 Cor 13:13

…and do everything with love. 1 Cor 16:14

We went to the mall in town, giving roses to cashiers, costumers and random people on the street. At the ski resort we gave them to the workers and skiers/snowboarders. Everything was so much fun and so awkward, but it still felt as if doing this was the most normal thing in the world.

That night, being the last night there, we decided we were going to pray for each other, one on one. Considering this was a Christian camp, everyone had done this before, and I don’t think anyone really expected this time to be different in any way. This time was different though. The Holy Spirit fell upon the room and I, who apparently have some sort of discernment-gift, could really feel what a threat we were to Satan. How angry he was. The night was truly amazing and the people got to use their spiritual gifts and grow in their faith.
It felt as if everybody realized how real God is that night, and how it really is a fight being a Christian. I am so thankful for that week, and I’m thanking God for everything that happened.

Love, Sara