By David Hobbs
The Garden House is a shed out back of my folk’s house in Ohio. Half used for tools and storage, and half fixed into a little apartment with bed, table and wood stove, it is my place of prayer when home visiting. Exciting things have happened there, the chief being meeting Jesus once in prayer in the dead of night (see blog post “Friday Night at the Garden House” posted 2-17-08). That’s the only time Jesus has visited me personally and even then I was kept from seeing Him or hearing Him audibly. Still that has forever made the garden house holy ground.
That had been in July 2007. Now it was 2 years later in July 2009 and I was back because of my book tour. I went out to pray the first night and it was very difficult. But prayer is sometimes like that, and I was tired from driving for several days straight…. But when the next night was just as hard, I took stock. Hmm. Different young people from the family had used the place in my absence. They went back there to smoke and drink and hang out at family reunions. I realized the demons had been let back in.
Many people, when they experience a difficult time in prayer, agree with thoughts the enemy puts in their minds like, “I’m just not good at prayer. Prayer is so dry, how do people do it? Prayer just isn’t my thing, etc.” Little do they know that those aren’t even their own thoughts, that they’re agreeing with the lies of the enemy, and that he has also bound them spiritually and put roadblocks in their way to keep them from breaking through in prayer. Our spirits do want to pray, because prayer is life-giving contact with God. Meeting with Him in prayer is like getting our spiritual extension cords plugged into His power outlet—we get quickened, rejuvenated, and re-energized in our Christian walk (see "The Nourishing Sap of the Holy Spirit, 7-6-08). The enemy is clever at hiding from us what he is doing to separate us from God. The enemy loves to hide in the darkness, but the Holy Spirit loves to come and overturn the rocks he is hiding under and see the demons flee .
I realized now it was not me, but that I was encountering spiritual resistance from an entrenched foe. Understanding is half the victory, because God has already given us the tools we need. I began to praise the Lord out loud, contrary to my feelings and the feelings of dry hardness in the garden house. “Glory to God! Praise the Lord! Jesus I proclaim Your victory on the cross!” I could feel the shackles on me letting go and the anointing arise from within me. I got louder and louder. Suddenly there arose a fierce spiritual battle as the demons, exposed and confronted by the Word of the Lord under the unction of the Holy Spirit, responded with ferocious hatred. They were all around the outside of the building in the dark while I was inside in the bright, spiritual light, walking back and forth in that little space, praising the Lord and declaring His victory at the top of my voice.
How did I know they were there? I could sense them in my spirit: their agitation and their hatred. Also, there were 4 windows in the room. Two went to the outside, the third was in a door that went to the outside, and the fourth was in the door that went to the storage side of the building. Often as I passed a window I would get a split-second glimpse in my spirit of an angry, ugly demonic face glaring at me.
As I’ve learned before, the Holy Spirit within me is not in the least bit intimidated by the demonic. In fact, it energizes Him. So now the Holy Spirit within me was fired up for action and we kept up a loud barrage of praising the Lord and declaring His victory and the devil’s defeat.
Now here’s the key. The demons were swirling outside like a swarm of bees whose nest had just been broken up. They had me surrounded inside the garden house off in the woods away from the house in the dark of the night. I couldn’t go outside, I couldn’t run, and I couldn’t escape. I had to remain there, stay on task, stay focused, and wait for the Lord to come and deliver me and defeat them. And so the battle raged. I had no fear, but it was also hairy because I knew they were stronger than I, and my victory depended on not yielding but remaining on attack. And there was no guarantee how long it might take!
After about half an hour of intense praise and declarations, suddenly it was over. They were gone, driven off by the heavenly hosts. Now I could go outside in the dark to relieve myself without fear.
There were no more hindrances to prayer the rest of my time there. In fact, praying in the garden house after that was so tame it became boring, so I began going out and walking around the property to pray.
Many people, when they experience a difficult time in prayer, agree with thoughts the enemy puts in their minds like, “I’m just not good at prayer. Prayer is so dry, how do people do it? Prayer just isn’t my thing, etc.” Little do they know that those aren’t even their own thoughts, that they’re agreeing with the lies of the enemy, and that he has also bound them spiritually and put roadblocks in their way to keep them from breaking through in prayer. Our spirits do want to pray, because prayer is life-giving contact with God. Meeting with Him in prayer is like getting our spiritual extension cords plugged into His power outlet—we get quickened, rejuvenated, and re-energized in our Christian walk (see "The Nourishing Sap of the Holy Spirit, 7-6-08). The enemy is clever at hiding from us what he is doing to separate us from God. The enemy loves to hide in the darkness, but the Holy Spirit loves to come and overturn the rocks he is hiding under and see the demons flee .
I realized now it was not me, but that I was encountering spiritual resistance from an entrenched foe. Understanding is half the victory, because God has already given us the tools we need. I began to praise the Lord out loud, contrary to my feelings and the feelings of dry hardness in the garden house. “Glory to God! Praise the Lord! Jesus I proclaim Your victory on the cross!” I could feel the shackles on me letting go and the anointing arise from within me. I got louder and louder. Suddenly there arose a fierce spiritual battle as the demons, exposed and confronted by the Word of the Lord under the unction of the Holy Spirit, responded with ferocious hatred. They were all around the outside of the building in the dark while I was inside in the bright, spiritual light, walking back and forth in that little space, praising the Lord and declaring His victory at the top of my voice.
How did I know they were there? I could sense them in my spirit: their agitation and their hatred. Also, there were 4 windows in the room. Two went to the outside, the third was in a door that went to the outside, and the fourth was in the door that went to the storage side of the building. Often as I passed a window I would get a split-second glimpse in my spirit of an angry, ugly demonic face glaring at me.
As I’ve learned before, the Holy Spirit within me is not in the least bit intimidated by the demonic. In fact, it energizes Him. So now the Holy Spirit within me was fired up for action and we kept up a loud barrage of praising the Lord and declaring His victory and the devil’s defeat.
Now here’s the key. The demons were swirling outside like a swarm of bees whose nest had just been broken up. They had me surrounded inside the garden house off in the woods away from the house in the dark of the night. I couldn’t go outside, I couldn’t run, and I couldn’t escape. I had to remain there, stay on task, stay focused, and wait for the Lord to come and deliver me and defeat them. And so the battle raged. I had no fear, but it was also hairy because I knew they were stronger than I, and my victory depended on not yielding but remaining on attack. And there was no guarantee how long it might take!
After about half an hour of intense praise and declarations, suddenly it was over. They were gone, driven off by the heavenly hosts. Now I could go outside in the dark to relieve myself without fear.
There were no more hindrances to prayer the rest of my time there. In fact, praying in the garden house after that was so tame it became boring, so I began going out and walking around the property to pray.
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