Let's go back again before the hospital.
I have told you that at 8 yrs old I gave my life to Christ. You might want to know how I got pulled into the occult. Well, it was not an over night thing.
It started 3 years before the illness. My ex-husband introduced me to some of "his friends." I got a sick feeling in my stomach, not knowing why, I ignored it. We were playing board games. When one game was over, tarot cards were brought out. I freaked out saying, "That is devil worship!" grabbed my 1 yr old and left without my husband.
Slowly they desensitized me to the "witchcraft", because my husband allowed them to do tarot readings in another room of my home. He found people I admired that were in the occult and encouraged me to hang around them, and I got to the point I let them read my cards. I was in the area when they did their rituals and finally they included me.
Eventually they had me wrapped up in this stuff to the point of me buying my own tarot cards and drinking blood. Not a good environment for me or my kids.
But God never left me during it all.
Indeed, the very hairs of your head are all numbered. Don't be afraid; you are worth more than many sparrows.
Luke 12:7
I am blessed
Merrym Dawn Mathis Bruce
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