My Guardian Angels, Part I

Angels + Demons Series

The night seemed darker than usual as I travelled half an hour home from a church service. Living in the country has its perks, but driving long distances to get home was not one of them.

If you grew up in the country, then your childhood years were likely filled with quiet mornings, make believe adventures in the woods, drinking from the water hose, and chasing lightning bugs at night while your friends and family hung out by the campfire. Everyday was a picnic and camping experience. You also learned to drive in the dark, as there are no lights lining the dirt roads to light your path like the city provides.

On this particular night, I was about 10 minutes from my driveway when I saw two bundles of light in the sky in front of me. It was like they all the sudden appeared in the night. One moment it’s pitch black outside and the only light in the night is my headlights and the moon. The next minute, there are two additional lights in the sky. Immediately, it made me think about the spotlights that car dealerships use as a marketing tool to draw people in like the Batman signal. However, there were no car dealerships nearby and Batman is not real. As a matter of fact, there isn’t much of anything nearby except farmland as far as the eye can see. These lights were smaller than a spotlight and very close to my vehicle.

As I continued driving I noticed the two lights remained in front of me. Surely by now, I should have passed under them. As I neared my driveway, the adventurous spirit in me decided to keep driving. Soon the two lights split and started traveling on either side of my car. This went on for about a mile, until I stopped. When I stopped, the lights stopped and came together again in front of me.

I pulled over on the side of the road. There wasn’t a house around me for at least 2 miles. I was surrounded by flat farmland that had just been harvested, so the ground was dry and empty. I exited the car and stood watching them as they began swirling around in a circle, almost like children do when they are playing.

I asked God, “What is happening here? What are those lights?” Immediately I heard him say, “They are Angels.”

To be continued…….

Next week, I will share with you what the angels did next. You will never doubt the truth about guardian angels again.

“For he will command his angels concerning you to guard you in all your ways; they will lift you up in their hands, so that you will not strike your foot against a stone.” Psalms 91:11-12


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UNDER THE INFLUENCE

Angels + Demons Series

Where am I?

Looking at my hands and my surroundings, I realized I was in the passenger’s seat of a vehicle. I couldn’t see a road through the windshield in front of me, however, it was very apparent we were moving at a steady speed. There was no scenery to view through the windshield or out of my right side window, it only looked like white clouds engulfing us.

If I was in the passenger seat, then who was driving?

I turned to see someone that I knew well, though I couldn’t make out his facial features. Every tense muscle in my body quickly released as I became aware of His presence. It was Jesus.

Still confused about where I was and what was happening, yet feeling complete peace about going wherever Jesus was taking us, I heard voices in the backseat. Correction, I heard laughing and joyous sounds coming from behind me. It sounded like belly laughs that make you pee your pants. So, I turned to see two formless beings setting in the back seat of the car. They were a crystal, clear, white color, yet I could see their heads and mouths talking. They were angels.

They both silenced their laughs as I stared at them intently. The angel setting behind Jesus, we will call Angel 1, said, “Ask her.” The angel setting behind me, we will call Angel 2, said, “Can I see your hands?”

I don’t remember having a seatbelt on, but I was able to turn my body around enough to stretch out my hands in between the front two seats. I held out my hands, palms up, for the angels to see. Angel 2 rested his formless hands under mine and started oooo..ing and awww….ing. His joyous laughing turned to amazement at what he was seeing.

I didn’t remember having my nails done and I’m sure my hands looked just like any other human hands, so what was the big deal? I didn’t have anything in my hands for the angel to be admiring. After a few moments Angel 1 said, “See. I told you. She has fire in her hands. The healing fire of God.” Immediately my hands began to turn the color red and I could see flames of fire resting on top of them.” Now, I was the one making the awe sounds. I had never seen this before either. I had always felt it when I prayed for people, but I had never seen it.”

For what seemed like minutes, but only lasted seconds were all of us watching in amazement. Jesus never interrupted, only kept driving. We were interrupted by Angel 1 laughing and teasing Angel 2, because he had told him it was true, but Angel 2 didn’t believe him.

Then I came to.

I’ve seen several angels and demons in my life, however, this vision by far was the most powerful encounter with angels I’ve ever experienced.

I still experience the fiery heat in my hands sometimes when I pray for people.

“Are not all angels ministering spirits sent to serve those who will inherit salvation?” Hebrews 1:14


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Touched by an Angel

Austria

Upon our arrival to Austria, we received word that the pastor of the church we would be ministering with that week had called an impromptu service. He assembled all the church members who were prayerfully waiting for us. This was not the best news we could’ve received after a 15 hour flight. With very little time to check-in, eat dinner, and travel to the church, we were exhausted. In all my travels, I’ve never mastered the art of sleeping on a plane, so it was past my bedtime. The team powered through our exhaustion and we headed to the church.

Worship was beautiful, though we couldn’t understand the words. The message was good, especially since I was one of the speakers. However, the most powerful part of the evening was at the end of the service.

An Austrian woman requested that all single people join her at the front of the building, so we all lined up shoulder to shoulder. The pastors began praying for us, while the Austrian church congregation lined up behind us to pray.

After some time, the church members behind me left and I could feel my teammates leave my side, as they all had received prayer. I stood there determined not to leave until a pastor had prayed for me. Finally it was my turn and I will never forget the words….. “Lord, place your hand upon Khristina’s heart and heal any brokenness from past relationships.” When I heard the words, I thought, “Well, that was a dud. I don’t have a broken heart. My last relationship had ended 6 months ago and I was doing ok.”

I was a bit frustrated I waited all that time, stood up there looking like a desperate girl, and then receiving a prayer that didn’t even apply to me. Yet, something in me made me stay still. My eyes still closed, standing alone in front of this church, waiting on God.

Then it happened.

I felt a hand on my back. The hand was so big that it felt like it could wrap around my rib cage. It was on my back in the parallel position of my heart. The light touch then began to push through my back past the skin, muscles, and tissue to my heart. There was no fear, only peace. No pain, only healing. It lasted for what seemed like 5 minutes. When the hand lifted, I turned to see only a full church congregation staring at me. No one standing behind me.

I quickly returned to my seat and asked my friend if she had seen someone come up behind me and put their hand on me for prayer. She said, “No. You’ve been standing up there for a long time by yourself.”

The next day as we gathered together to pray as a team, an Austrian church member joined us. After prayer, she asked if any of us had questions about the church service, so I shared my experience. She immediately confirmed what I already knew, “That was an angel. The very same thing has happened to me. God was healing your heart just like the pastor had prayed.”

I grew up watching the famous television series, “Touched by an Angel,” however, I never thought I would experience that touch myself.

“Praise the LORD, you his angels, you mighty ones who do his bidding, who obey his word.” Psalms 103:20


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UNYIELDED Power

United States

Who knew seeing a demon in the church would change the trajectory of my life.  

Just speaking the word “demon” envokes fear and physical reactions of discourse and watchfulness in most people.  As a child, neighborhood kids would share scary stories of trolls that would invoke the same fear, but all that was fake, make-believe, only in the movies.  Or at least that was what the grownups would tell us.

Well, except the grownups at church.  

I had heard about demons and even read about them in the bible, but in the 15 years as a Christian and eight years on staff with a church, I never had the opportunity to actually see one.  A friend of mine in junior high used to tell me she would see ghosts at night before she went to sleep and they would talk to her sometimes.  I remember praying and asking God to make them stay away when we had sleepovers, because I had no interest in making friends with her ghost friends.  Little did I know, I would one day have the opportunity to meet one of her friends. 

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RAIN GOD

Austria

With only a week to complete the construction on the Austrian school, the weather had to cooperate because classes were beginning in a matter of weeks. Yet our 30 team members were met with six full days of cloudy, wet skies which made our puddy moist, our spackle spoty, and the roof impossible to work on. What should have taken one day, took two.

We were so excited to see the clouds rolled back and the sun shining as we awoke on our final day in Graz, Austria. The team had planned to spend the day shopping before boarding our plane home in the afternoon, but instead we took the opportunity for clear skies to work on the roof.

Six of our teammates climbed onto the roof to begin work, while the rest of us wrapped up the final touches inside. It wasn’t even an hour into our workday before rain drops began pounding on the roof. Really? We were so close to finishing the work that we set out to do here.

Then we began to hear sounds from the roof, which were far louder and more powerful than the thunder had been that week. They were screams of laughter and joy.

What could these guys be so happy about? We’ve waited all week to work on this roof and the small chance we had to complete it has just diminished with the clouds opening up and dumping water on our hopes. One of our teammates, Lukas, came rushing into the school to announce a miracle.

We all wondered why Lukas was the only teammate running in the building? Were the rest of them still working on the roof in the rain? That can’t be safe.

We all listened intently as Lukas conveyed the miracle. He said, “As we were working on the roof the clouds moved quickly above us and rain began to fall. Marco stood up frustrated at the rain messing up our day and reached out his hand to the sky. With all the faith he had, Marco pointed to the sky and said, ‘In Jesus Name, I command this rain to stop.’ Immediately the rain stopped.”

We all stood in amazement, because the story that Lukas was telling us did not match what our eyes were seeing out the window. Surely he is confused because we see rain outside.

Then Lukas led us outside into the rain to see the miracle for ourselves. Indeed, God had honored Marco’s faith and stopped the rain over the roof. It was dry as the men continued to work to complete the roof they started, while the rain continued around the school soaking us all to the bone.

There is power in the name of Jesus.


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DEAF GIRL HEALED

Philippines

There she was again standing at the door of the school room, like she was waiting for something. Every week I would attempt to speak to this nine year old Filipina girl and every week she would just stare at me. I could tell she wanted something, but she would never respond. She would just stand patiently staring at me. I finally started using my hands to communicate after discovering that she had not been able to speak or hear since birth. Every week my heart would cry out in compassion and I would say to myself, “Khristina, pray for that girl! God can heal her!” But every week, my complacency and fear of the unknown won and I walked away watching Rosa still unable to hear or speak.

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THE GOLDEN RULE

Austria

Simon had been experiencing high fever for two days that an over the counter medicine wasn’t helping. There were no other symptoms like running nose, dizziness or cold chills to make him think it was the flu. So, he decided to go see the doctor.

The doctor was puzzled to discover that there were no other symptoms. Fever is usually a symptom of the root of a bigger issue, so the doctor ran a few tests. All tests were normal.

On the way home from the doctors office, Simon began to pray, “Lord, why am I suffering from such high fever?” The Lord reminded him of the words he had been speaking when he would get angry. . .

  • When someone cuts you off in traffic, you say, “That just burns me up!”
  • If your wife nags you or your boss harps on you about something, you say, “That just burns me up!”

Simon thought to himself, “Could this really be the cause of the fever? Surely not!” Then he heard the Lord say, “Yes, it is. You need to break the power of these words you’ve spoke over your body.”

The doctors couldn’t figure out what was wrong and his mother’s extensive internet search didn’t yield any results, so Simon decided to trust God. He prayed out loud, “Lord, forgive me for speaking death over my body, instead of speaking life. In Jesus Name, I break the power of these words over my life. I invite your Word and truth to govern my speech and my body.”

As soon as he said, “Amen,” he physically began to feel the fever decrease. When he arrived at home and took his temperature, it was true. God had healed him and the fever was gone.

Wild, huh? Who knew that the words we speak has so much power in them. Let’s look at what the Word of God says about the power of our words…..

  • “So also, the tongue is a small thing, but what enormous damage it can do. A tiny spark can set a great forest on fire.” James 3:5
  • “Words satisfy the soul as food satisfies the stomach; the right words on a person’s lips bring satisfaction. Those who love to talk will experience the consequences, for the tongue can kill or nourish life.” Proverbs 18:20-21
  • “No weapon formed against YOU shall prosper, And every tongue which rises against you in judgment You shall condemn. This is the heritage of the servants of the LORD, and their righteousness is from Me, says the LORD.” Isaiah 54:7


Let’s not forget the golden rule our parents used to tell us as kids and we swore we would never say as an adult, “If you don’t have anything good to say, then don’t say anything all.”


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Sticks and Stones

Africa

The hot sun bore down on my skin through the window opening that provided very little airflow. The hour felt late, but it was only 1:00 pm in the afternoon. This was a special day because the church service would be the first official service of a new church plant. The worship was amazing, but half-way through I started experiencing extreme pain and discomfort in the middle of my back. Twice this week, I remember experiencing fever or inflammation like pain on both sides of my spinal column running down my back. I don’t remember picking up anything heavy or injuring my back. Why would the pain come and leave, then come back again?

Just like I would pray for anyone else, I reached around and placed my hands on my back. I spoke to the pain and commanded it to go, in Jesus Name!

Nothing happened.

That can’t be right either. Hummmm…… I thought for a moment and prayed again. Still, nothing happened.

“God, what is going on? Why is the pain still there?” I asked.

God’s response to my question was monumental in my life. It not only brought healing physically, but it brought healing emotionally and spiritually. He said, “Khristina, there is someone who is “backbiting” (or talking bad about you) and you need to break those words being spoken over you.” So, I did what He told me. I said, “In Jesus Name, I break every word that is being spoken against me that does not line up with the word and will of God.”

The pain immediately left.

Let’s take a minute and soak this in.

Yep, God said that someone was speaking bad about me and it was making my back hurt. Weird, I know. Let me explain.

We find in Proverbs 18:21 that “words” have more power than we could ever imagine. It says, “The tongue has the power of life and death, and those who love it will eat its fruit.”

The old “nana nana boo boo” saying we used as kids, “Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me!” is not exactly true. As a matter of fact, we find out as an adult that it’s “words” that bring more pain than a physical wound. It’s the “words,” that someone you loved said to you 20 years ago, that still bring tears to your eyes today. It’s words that pastors or “Christians” have spoken years ago that we choose to be mad at God about today.

There are so many wonderful truths to teach concerning the power of words in our life, but we are going to focus on how they affect on our bodies. If “the tongue has the power of life and death,” then how much more does it have the power to affect our bodies?

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THE WITCHDOCTORS LOSS

The Philippines

“We can’t help her. She is demon possessed. You can take her home now,” the doctor’s proclaimed. On the way home, in hopes to find help for their nanny, the young Filipino couple took 18 year old, Jasmine, by the Catholic church for the priest to pray over her. As they stood before the priest, the demon took control of Jasmine’s body and said out loud to the priest, “You are a liar!”

The next day is when we received the call requesting help to pray for Jasmine. Myself and a friend walked to the employer’s house where Jasmine was staying only a mile away. Jasmine’s father had just arrived from a remote village to take her back home, so we spent some time chatting with him before entering the house.

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THE WORD

Singapore

“Ok, let’s turn to Romans 3:23,” I said as Aria sat staring at me. After an awkward silence, she timidly responded, “What is that?”

Aria had agreed to meet me for a one on one bible study, but as our conversation continued, I realized that maybe she didn’t understand what “bible” study really meant. “It’s a scripture in the bible that we are going to read together,” was my response. My heart began to understand as she muttered, “A scaa…rip…tuurre?” I knew what her next words would be…”What is a scaa…rip…turre?” I sat in silence as my mind raced with what to say next. I don’t ever remember being asked this question before this very moment.

Aria soon filled the silence by continuing to ask more questions.

“I’ve always wondered what these little numbers were. What is a book in the Bible?

Are there other books that goes with this one?

What is a chapter and a verse?

What is the Old Testament and New Testament?”

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