Rooted in God’s Protection
February 27, 2024 The night air was crisp, the kind that feels alive, carrying the weight of unseen whispers. I sat outside in my car, basking in the serenity of the star-speckled sky, my mind wandering into the vastness above. Then, from the corner of my eye, something shifted—so subtle it was almost imperceptible. A flicker, a movement, and then, startlingly, it darted to the other side of my vision. A low growl rumbled, faint yet guttural, vibrating through the stillness. It slithered past my ear, brushing close enough to send an icy shiver racing down my spine. But strangely, I wasn't afraid. The sensation wasn’t of terror—it was as though this presence embodied fear itself, externalized and raw. Before me, a malevolent figure began to manifest, dark and foreboding, its energy pulsing with an intent that was unmistakably hostile. I could feel its desire to harm me, to unnerve me, yet some unseen barrier restrained it, rendering its menace impotent. My eyes were drawn to the tre...