"MY QUIETEST BATTLE"

Greetings, everyone!

Welcome to this incredible topic for the week, and I appreciate the team of moderators for always taking the time to generate this topic.

Indeed people are going through battles that you don't know about; it could be physical, spiritual, financial, health-wise, and many more you could think of. Hidden scars that clothes have covered, heartbreaks that smiles without showing that they have gone through several heartbreaks from men, women, husbands, wives, children, family members, and friends.

So this is my story recently, I just thought about what happened and I give God the Glory because it didn't work out as the devil intended. God turned what the devil meant for evil around for my own good.

This is the story of my year 1 second semester. School has resumed, and students return to the hostel to continue their studies. As small and innocent as I was. There is this adage that goes: "the spiritual controls the physical. Before anything good or bad happens in the physical, it must have taken place in the spiritual. So I started having spiritual attacks in dreams, especially when I have my siesta in the early afternoon. This dream kept coming until I was wondering what was going on. By then, I didn't really understand the warfare prayer. But I was sensitive and reported to my mum what I had seen in a dream. And it was revealed to her through another person in my church that I would be attacked by cultists. What I used to see in my dream came into reality.

On a fateful Monday morning, in the hostel. All boarders were preparing for their lectures. As cultist guys walked into the hostel counter, where portals used to be, and asked about Peace Effiong, and told them that they didn't know anyone like that. My colleague from the same department, who knew my name, rushed down to where I used to lie and told me that they were looking for me. Immediately, reached out to my mother and reported what happened in the school hostel. My mum asked me to return home but I objected. My mum had been praying for me and I did what I could. I didn't really know warfare prayer. Just my devotion and I'm out of the room. It became so intense that I had to inform the students that they are coming back and this time around, they would enter the hostel by hostel to check for me.

My mom ran to her pastor and they joined their hands together in prayer, and the nonsense stopped.

This was what I went through in my year 1 second semester. I was traumatized, shrunken in fear, and drowned in tears but God came through for me in a mysterious way.

You may ask, what did I do to attract the attack? Honest, till now, I don't know what I did. I didn't have a boyfriend, and I don't go out with my colleagues or friends. Always indoors in the school hostel. From one lecture to another, I would return to read or do my assignment.

Thank you, everyone!