A College Seeress' Diary

Reunion

Dear Jesus,

Portia and I had so much to discuss and iron out that we stayed up late till past midnight.
It was therefore not too surprising that we woke up later than normal.

I never knew Portia could sustain a conversation for more than one minute. It was amazing the radical transformation that you worked in her in a twinkling of an eye.

However, the things she revealed to me almost made me gag.

So, Lord, you knew my cousin was lured into the New Age Movement through her love for music, that she connected online to an umbrella feminine group of The Scar when she was coming to McCheynne?

That she was specifically assigned to bring me down?
That her weird attitude towards me was deliberate, to find a loophole, a breach that would allow them to strike me in my weak moment?

That she was aware of every attack thrown at me, from the averted plane crash to the fire in our room, to the motorcycle accident that sent me home?
That she'd been given the slow-release poison by a masked man off campus with specific instructions on how she must use it on me when I returned? 

That she did all these things partly because she was angry at how 'perfect' my life was and partly because she wanted to have power and fame to prove to everyone that she could be someone to be reckoned with?

Lord, you knew! What would have become of me if I wasn't yours?
If not for your ever-abiding presence that envelopes me day and night, I'd have been blown to smithereens by now.

She brought out all the occult books and artefacts she possessed, and together, praying, we burnt them on our balcony. We weren't caught and scolded by the hostel wardens because it was already very late.

As we did that, Portia kept renouncing darkness and proclaiming you as her new Lord.

It was also fun to watch her face when I explained, in as much detail as I could, my blood relationship with her.
How I met her family when I went home. The happy-to-tell updates about how they also were now all saved and how her new family house was now in the same estate as mine.

I told her that in record time, she'd understand why I was now without my glasses, perfectly healed of my leg injury and untouchable spiritually.

I had an amazing quiet time when I woke up this morning. A time to refresh and reinvigorate my spirit. A special time where it was only you and me.

I asked for a specific thing—the strength and grace to walk into the midst of dragons. Invincible. As wise as a serpent. As calm as a dove.

Because I knew that once I stepped into the teeming crowd of students going through the motions of daily campus life, I'd be assaulted with the visions of terror on every side.

I needed the grace to manage this seer gift.
It wouldn't do for me to be distracted in my classes and end up marring my GPA and forfeiting my scholarship.

Yes, I had been updating my notes and reading the materials Shelly emailed to me while I was at home. But still, I needed to catch up.

I read the last chapter of Galatians. Extraordinary insight flooded my spirit. There was a particular verse that stood out to me. It was an automatic answer to my prayer.

Galatians 6:17
From henceforth let no man trouble me: for I bear in my body the marks of the Lord Jesus.

An idea sparked in my head. Faith without works is dead.

I closed my eyes and envisioned the cross seals on both my shoulders glowing in full strength.

Feeling the familiar heat on the seals on my shoulders that signified your presence, I got so excited that I opened my eyes and broke concentration.