Two damaged lives, a yellow truck, an open road, and a life we never could have imagined.
We have been on the road since September and now Christmas was only a couple weeks away and we were wanting to get back home to spend the time with family.
When we left, we were naïve, probably better described as dumb, about what life would be like on the road. We had guessed some of it right, but did not begin to consider what would affect us the most. There were several demonic attacks. Some people would brush off the situations as unimportant or a coincidence, but we saw them as random demonic attacks.
They ranged from some people we met to strange problems with our truck (rear wheels coming loose) to very vivid dreams of a child being tortured. I did not see what was happening, but there was no misunderstanding what I was hearing. Almost all of this happened in Texas. I have no idea why it happened so frequently there, but it did.
When we finally left Texas and crossed into Louisiana, the frequency stopped. We still had strange situations, but not as many. There were far more good encounters with friendly people than bad encounters. God was beginning to make us aware of the evil that surrounded us. (Matthew 28:20).
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