I have never understood why I should try to remember the verses of the Bible. I was always told that you memorize verses in order to fight off the battles of the mind. I always thought that it was ridiculous. I was the type of person that could not memorize a single verse other than “Jesus Wept”. Of course, I couldn’t tell you where it was located in the Bible of why I should remember it. I thought of it as being stupid and a waste of time.
I have the authority to defeat the enemy and nothing will hurt me. Luke 10:19
Then, I began trying to remember some verses. I would write down a verse and glance at it occasionally throughout the week, month, or year. My glances were simply that, glances. I would get frustrated because I could not remember them like I could remember other things like phone numbers. God then revealed it to me in a moment of struggle. How can I remember something that I take little to no time with. Phone numbers are only able to be remembered in my head because I use them all the time. I dial these numbers repeatedly. So, what do I do.
The Lord will deliver me. Jeremiah 1:19
I began spending time on one verse a month. I would read it and recite it aloud. This got me through about 5 verses in the 5 months of practice. I then failed to continue, as I do many things in my life. I am one that has a great gung-ho but little follow-through.
I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me. Philippians 4:13
One afternoon, my mind was racing at the stress in my life. I was freaking out about my marriage, my children, my job, my future. We had lost our home, our foster children, our dog had been run over, I got fired from my job, my son was cutting, my husband and I were not speaking. I was laying on the couch wallowing in my pity and self-doubt. I was a miserable person, a broken-hearted woman with no gumption to move. Then, it happened. I heard this voice say that I will never amount to anything and that nothing will get better so I should get used to this pain. This a small whisper said, “faith”. The whisper was faint and I was in shock that these sounds were going on in my head as there was no one else in the home. The whisper didn’t stop and I just kept hearing it.
Your words are spirit and life. John 6:63
Then a memory came to me. Someone had once said that they had once walked through their home asking for God to bless it and to kick out satan. This memory was vivid, even though I had actually never seen of such but it played out in my mind. So, I went to the bathroom and removed the bottle of anointing oil I had received 3 years prior when our daughter was blessed. I commenced to reciting any verse that came to mind and spritzing that oil and cursing at satan and asking God to take back my home. I screamed at the top of my lungs and I cried, and fell down on my knees weeping and asking God why I had to hurt like this. The verses I said, I can’t tell you what they were or where they came from. All I know, was that God pulled them out of me and He removed satan that day, giving my home a peace that it had lost.
No weapon formed against me shall prosper. Isaiah 54:17
The healing was not over night but it started. Each of us experienced it in a different way, but it happened over time.
I am more than a conqueror through Jesus Christ. Romans 8:37
Now, almost 7 years later, my family is happy and struggling in all new ways. Of course, I will take these struggles over those any day. But I know that no matter what comes, God will overcome. I will recite the verses that He brings to mind and I will praise Him through it all!.
The Lord is on my side, I will not fear. Psalms 118:6-7