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In my Howdunit Forensics: A Guide for Writers, D.P. Lyle says, "Smothering occurs when some external device prevents air from entering the nose or mouth."
Last week week started the series on spiritual asphyxiation. You can read part 1 on Environmental Suffocation, HERE.
A few months ago, I had a dream. Not a Martin Luther King Jr. kind of dream. A nightmare, actually. Now, I don't think every dream is a spiritual dream. Sometimes it's the fault of the pizza I ate.
But this was.
I was in the concrete basement of my childhood home. Washing clothes. The smell of must, lack of light, and the chilled air from being underground didn't seem to bother me.
I pulled a towel from the dryer when the hairs on my neck stood on end. Paralyzing fear held me in place, my eyes bugged out searching for the source of terror. But I saw nothing.
An uncommon cold settled down my spine and I before I had the chance to process anything, a bony arm came out from behind me. I knew the only shot I had to survive was to scream out the name of Jesus.
"Je--" My words cut off as the claw-like hand snapped over my mouth and held my speech prisoner. I couldn't breathe.
I panicked. My heart didn't beat out of my rib cage, the fear was too great, I think it seemed to stop beating altogether. Only buzzing between my ears.
I heard something. "You don't have to speak to say My name." Like a thought answering me back.
"Jesus! Jesus!" my mind and hands cried out.
My eyes flew open and I was in my bed, still in the dark. My husband slept peacefully beside me. Sweat drenched my body and the slivers of fear from the dream still clung to the standing hairs along my neck.
Could I speak? "Jesus," I whispered. "Jesus…Jesus…"
"…One form of homicidal smothering is when the assailant places a gag or tape over the victim's mouth or nose…" D.P. Lyle, M.D
Anytime the enemy can shut your mouth, pinch your nose and keep you from calling on God, he'll do it. It's called homicide for a reason. He lurks and waits for an opportunity. In my dream, I was doing the mundane. Housework. I wasn't expecting a vicious attack. And I certainly wasn't expecting one up close and personal.
"Be sober, be vigilant; because your adversary the devil walks about like a roaring lion, seeking whom he may devour 1 Peter 5:8."
Homicidal Smothering looks like this:
You're diagnosed with a terminal illness or someone you love is, a loved one dies leaving you alone, you've been victimized, your house burns to the ground, a spouse is unfaithful, a child becomes addicted to drugs…
The enemy slides his bony claws in from behind and puts a gag of fear around your mouth and nose.
Fear will keep you from Jesus. It'll slowly suck the life out of you. Suffocating you. Fear breeds doubt. Fear builds walls. Fear sometimes means flight.
All you need is Jesus. When you don't think you have the breath in you to call on Him, He'll get creative so you can.
You can trust Him to get you through the scary times. You can trust Him to loose the hold the enemy has on you and pull you from the dark basement you feel trapped in. You can trust Him to carry you through the nightmare, to wake you up and still be there beside you, holding your hand--kissing the palm, showing you His. You're safe. Always safe.
Have you ever felt like the enemy was suffocating you? How did you get through it?
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