Satan Tried To Take Me Out

The 6 AM Morning Prayer Offering with God has been very effective for the tearing down of strongholds and my personal growth. This story starts at 5 AM on Friday (early morning), the 6th of March. I was out of bed getting ready for the early prayer meeting. Well, I fainted while starting to sit down on the toilet. I am sure I suffered from a concussion but I didn't connect the dots until many days later. Apparently, I hit my head on the wall and the loud noise awakened my husband. As I walked back to bed, dazed and groggy, he asked me if I was okay. He said it sounded as if something hit the outside of our house. I assured him I was fine (I was definitely out of it) and completely forgot about the 6-7AM prayer. The next couple weeks are a blur.
I have no memory of the second day (Saturday) but I know I slept a lot and talked to people on the phone and sounded groggy. The following three days I felt sick; a kind of sick to my stomach that was neurological. I also began to notice pain/tenderness at the temple area of my head, and at my low back, but there wasn't any redness or swelling. However, God kept from me the idea of any seriousness associated with my "little fainting spell." I think I attended one or two 6:00 AM Prayer meetings that next week. Then, eight days after I fainted, I spent another day sleeping on the couch and suffered memory loss of that entire day. Tom said he talked with me on the phone four times and then I was a half hour late for picking him up from the store and I don't even remember leaving the house that day and driving. The next day was Sunday. I awakened at the usual time but I missed the morning church service because I fell back to sleep... till noon!
To compound my fragile state, three weeks after I fainted, on the 18th, I refilled two of my meds that I routinely take. An antidepressant that I take every morning (3 pills) and my sleeping med. My sleeping pill has always been oval. I habitually took only 1/2 a pill at bedtime. But it had been changed from oval to round; the same size and color as my morning antidepressant. And my pharmacist didn't green tag it or tell me of the change. And the bottles looked the same. Now for the brain teaser:
During the next six days, I mistakenly took the new sleeping pills each morning, thinking they were my antidepressant (3 tabs every AM), which is also six times my usual dosage I take at bedtime for sleep. They knocked me out (DAH). And from the remainder of oval sleeping pills, I took my usual dose (1/2 tab) for sleep at bedtime.
Needless to say, I didn't function well during this three week time period...and I wasn't sleeping much during the night (DUH-not tired), so I quietly wrestled in prayer throughout the night. Fasting had prepared me to use this time wisely. This is one scheme of the enemy that backfired!
Upon reflection of this past month, I realized, Curt lost his mom shortly before my adventure into this unusual journey. In the natural process, Curt was distracted by the intensity of his grief. I have a much greater appreciation for him as a prayer warrior and for the key role he plays in God's kingdom dealing with that which is unseen. This experience reassured me that God and one person, like Curt, can make a huge difference on a grand scale. During this season, I felt like one of those people, silently linked with many saints. I am alive and not in a coma because God called upon other saints to pray for me, and they may not even be aware of the great significance their small, simple, quick prayers had in defeating the schemes of the devil. Satan tried to take me out!
Pray for all the saints and those in authority. Pastor Rob and his family are vacationing in Hawaii this week of Spring Break.
May it always be that prayer with the Word of God is our daily sustenance.