Stalked by demons - Guarded by Angels

There was a time in my life when I had doubts about God and His Angels were protecting me and offering me their commitment to be my guardians during my troublesome journeys. I had chosen paths that needed extra hands to ensure that I would not be trapped or struck by any evil Demons or stones. I was only 19 and I feared the imminent death that had been promised me by my call to duty as a young person never engaged in anything violent or combat before and I had to learn how to fight even better than before.

For a number of times, I feared the shadow of death as I felt it following me closely and never leaving my side; I could feel the cold and numbness in my hands, my head as it never eased my mind and while I slept, I kept one eye open just in case a Demon had found its way past the Angel by my side.

I questioned my faithfulness; I questioned my heart as the fear tore at me from the inside. I learned to pray on my knees as I asked for blessings of life to keep me going for the following year. A year of hell, no chance I would get a reprieve from the war and pain and sorrow that was threatening to take away my tomorrow. But time gave me hope that I would learn to accept my fate and destiny as God had designed his plan for me and slowly I felt like I was sitting next to a guardian Angel. A comrade in hell who knew me well inside and out, wet or dry, in light and darkness – this Angel stood by me unconditionally.

As the war progressed, the heated battle became worse and darker for me as time took away my emotions and chilled my heart putting out the fire that was my passion of life inside of me. No chance of getting out of my promise or oath of allegiance to carry on the good fight, I dwelled in darkness more than in the light, even with my guardian Angel by my side.

So as I felt the Demons tugging at my heart and soul, I heard the warning signs of God’s power through His Angel who never left my side. When I stood on a narrow ledge, it would hover above me like a shield and when I was wading through the water, it followed me relentlessly no matter how deep it was or how wide we had to travel.

Tired or mentally fatigued to the point of sheer exhaustion, my Angel carried me along until it was time to stop and regroup or turn in for the evening. Closing both eyes tightly, I knew I was covered by His Angel and not scared to rest and do it all over again tomorrow. The lightning in the sky, the thunder of the mass dropped B52 bombs dropping from the air and shaking the ground with deafening explosions afar coming nearer and nearer as the day or night progressed. Never a moment to reap any real deep sleep, my relationship with God grew stronger as His Angel became bolder and carried me safely or protected me from the Demons around me.

Not once did I reach the other side; not once was I tempted to travel the road of darkness as my Angel guided my heart and soul to the light and kept me going towards the end of the valley of death where I no longer feared any evil. If I walked down the wrong path, I often drifted in thought and a force would grab me to get my attention. Sometimes, my Angel carried me to lighten my feet and other times it just found a safe and dry place for me to rest my head under the monsoon rains of the past.

In the end, my tour was over, me and my Angel went home and never looked back to those days in hell and despair. If it wasn’t for my Angel, I would have thought about abandoning God and run away from the spirits that I knew could save me but with the Demons fought off by my Angel, my life turned out right and now I see that it was my Lord and Savior who provided me the protection of a guardian Angel.