God is in Control

For the past couple of weeks some people from my church and I have been going downtown to begin reaching the people there for Christ. I have enjoyed going each time. God really opened up my ears to hear the silent cry that the people were giving. One guy who confessed to being on drugs told me some of his story and some really sad stuff that has happened to him in his life. That was when I knew that I was exactly where I needed to be. The guy made a comment about people avoiding coming down there because of fear. I told him that I wasn't afraid and that I was looking forward to coming back again. I could tell that he thinks we are just going to "blow in and blow out" of there like most everyone else. I told him we would be sticking around and he looked at me as if to say, "we'll see." Even though the people are a little "different", they are some of the nicest people I have met. I am so used to banging against the wall trying to get through to people on the East Coast that this is great. But, I can tell you that the decisions I have made towards following God's will has been costing me. When I made the final decision to stay in Indiana and not move away to Rhode Island for school, I started to get sick. For the past weeks I have been feeling physicaly attacked by the Enemy. I finaly broke down and went to the doctor this week and they ran a bunch of tests. They don't know what is wrong with me. The rest of the test results are supposed to come back sometime soon. I am believing for a good report. This is just the Enemy and He ticks me off, but this isn't going to stop me. I had a dream the night of our first kick-off-night for the outreach. It was horrible. I was downtown at People's Park and there was no one else there. Then suddenly there appeared this strange looking man sitting at one of the tables. He was bald and skinny and he had yellow eyes. He was shaking. He kept coming closer. He would sit at the next table and then on the bench. He kept staring at me. Then he got up and started to walk towards me. Hate was written all over his face. I was scared. I woke up and I shook it off as just being a silly dream. Then I fell back to sleep. Again, I was at People's Park, but this time there were other people there. There was someone standing next to me. He turned around and it wasn't human. It's face was a strange green/gray color. It looked like a person, but it wasn't. It had silver pointed earings in its ears. It's face crinkled up when it looked at me and it spoke to me. It spoke in another language in a deep, angry voice. Then I woke up. I sat there looking around the room. I was really scared then. I turned on my light and started to pray. I was afraid to go back to sleep. It was the Enemy trying to freak me out. He didn't fail entirely AT FIRST, but then I started to get angry at him and I am more determined than ever to stick with this. He's attacked me physically and mentally, but he cannot stop God. God wants us downtown, so that is where I will be. I knew this wasn't going to be easy. Now that I know how the Enemy is feeling about all of this, I know how important this is to keep doing what God is leading us to do. God promised me that He would cover and protect us and I have faith in Him. "Where two or more are gathered..." God is in control.