Remembering An Evil Visitor

Just a quick note today, because due to my cold, I am suffering as well, some of the symptoms of Fibromyalgia. I must say though, that it is not nearly as bad as what I went through when I first fell ill with this chronic illness.

As I was sipping perhaps my fifth hot cup of green tea today, I remembered just how bad it was. In fact, when I saw my doctor on Tuesday, he asked me how the small dose of morphine that I take every day was working for me. I told him that he had virtually given me back my life. Since I’ve been on it, I’ve written four books – the fourth of which I pulled out of my bag and showed him. Now, I’m co-writing a fifth.

Anyway, I made sure he knew how very important he was to me, because of everything he has done for me. Today, thinking back on one particularly horrible day, I remember the terrible pain I felt throughout my body and the muscles that spasm out of control.

That night, I lied in bed feeling pretty sorry for myself and wished above all that I could just fall asleep and get some relief. Though fibro also brings massive fatigue, the pain does not allow you to sleep. Totally exhausted, I lied there wondering how I’d ever get back on my feet and back to work.

Then I heard footsteps on the stairs leading up to the bedroom. As soon as the door opened, I sensed a terrible evil presence. Whomever or whatever it was moved beside my bed and as I glanced down, I could see black shoes and gray pants. How could that be? I wondered.

Then a very deep voice said, “Give me your soul and I’ll take away your pain.”

Immediately, I responded with: “I love Jesus, Mary and all the angels and saints and you will never get my soul!”

The evil presence then turned and walked out the door. Needless to say, I was stunned – not only by the fact that this “thing” had made such an offer, but also by my rapid response.

A few minutes later, my then fiancé came up the stairs and into the bedroom. He could see that I was visibly shaken as tears were rolling down my cheeks. I told him exactly what had happened and he held me for some time, before I lied back down and finally dozed off.

I don’t really know if he believed me, but the proof as they say, is in the pudding. Today, I still have Fibromyalgia and I don’t regret the words I spoke that night. However, God has been kind by leading me to the wonderful doctor that I have so I don’t suffer nearly as much as many people with the debilitating illness.

Now I’m going back to bed. Carry on Gatherites!