I came to accept Jesus Christ as my Savior, not because I wanted to, but because I had to. While staying at one of the oldest homes in a quaint little town in southern New Jersey, I was in trouble, spiritual trouble. I was house sitting this beautiful masterpiece. But what I did not know was that it was haunted. Lights going on, chairs moving, banging, thumping, electrical humming sounds, and most disconcerting was the overwhelming fear I had.
That morning, the phone kept ringing, and as soon as I grabbed the phone, all I heard was a dial-tone. Frustrated, I went to the only thing that could help me, a pastor. While speaking with him on the phone about what I was experiencing, the phone began to ring. An impossibility, there was no other line except the one that I was on.
“Pastor, if I accept Jesus Christ, will this phone stop ringing?” I was desperate for answers to questions that I did not know.
“I don’t know, but what you will have is the power inside of you to stop it,” he said the word that I longed for- power. I knew deep in my heart that it was essential for me to have that power, without it, I was surely going to be destroyed.
I accepted Jesus Christ that day as my Savior out of desperation. Little did I know that for one year, I would be harassed by strong demonic forces at my little home in Delaware. During that year I learned and understood the significance of the power living inside of me, and my life has never been the same.
It is a fantastic story and available in my book, Fighting for the Finish, on http://www.jillmansor.com or amazon. I am currently holding a contest on my FIGHTING FOR THE FINISH WRITTEN BY JILL MANSOR FB PAGE to win a free signed copy.
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This is a picture from my farm, Raise Your Dreams, in southern New Jersey.
