The Precious Blood Of Jesus

So…It’s been a hard day today. All day, I’ve had a physical pain about halfway down on the inside of my forearm. It’s a feeling that I get when I want to cut REALLY bad. This sounds really gross and sick, but I felt like earlier the only way to get rid of that feeling would be to put a knife through my arm (of course I didn’t do that). I’ve got a priest here, Fr. Brad, who’s been helping me. He came at the recommendation of both Fr. Rick and Joe, my counselor. We’ve met twice since I got here and what he’s told me has been some of the most powerful things anyone’s ever told me. He said that when I cut myself, I cut Christ because Christ is within me. I was like “Holy crap…” So yeah…I was going to go to his office earlier today and tell him that I couldn’t do this anymore (the spiritual warfare because of this has been really bad. The fact of what’s coming from meeting with Fr. Brad pissing the devil off, like really bad). He wasn’t there, so I walked into his office after class today and told him I was having a REALLY hard day. We talked for a few minutes then he asked if he could pray over me. I’m all about the power of prayer, so of course, I agreed. He placed his hand on my head, said a HARDCORE prayer, claimed the Precious Blood, told the devil to leave, and then had me pray a prayer asking Christ to put a drop of His Precious Blood in my veins. As he prayed, the pain in my arm got really bad, worse than it was during the entire day. At the end of the prayer, he asked me how I felt. Well, I could see that he was standing like 5 feet from me, but it felt like there was still a hand on my head. Then he told me to go look in the mirror. I got up and went over to the sink. My face was completely flushed. I’d been really pale when I walked in. That was a physical sign that Christ had done exactly what I’d asked Him to. Then he asked me what else I was feeling, I told him that my arm hurt like hell. He took my arm, anointed it with holy oil and prayed over it. He asked me how I felt when he finished the prayer. My arm still hurt a little, but I felt at peace. The anxiousness I’d felt all day was gone. He looked at me and told me that Christ is within me and that He loves me no matter what I do. I could screw up way worse than I have, and He would still want me to run back to Him. He reminded me of the image of what I’d want my daughter to do if she fell down. It was a complete glory moment and God really worked today.