My Daughter Has a Demon
First let me clarify that my husband and I do not see a demon behind every shadow. We are not looking for the dramatic or eccentric. We are quiet, conservative Christians who love God with all our hearts, and only want to serve Him.
She was a year and a half old when we adopted her in a small Caribbean island where we were living. She was the second adoption for us, and soon after we had a biological child. We started to notice things as soon as she started talking. She talked on and on about snakes, blood, and cutting people's heads off. There were no outside influences in her life to account for this. The only places she went outside our home were church, and later a Christian pre-school. There was no TV influence to speak of. Then when my husband would give her a bath, she started pointing to her privates and saying, "Let's play this game," and telling him to kiss her on her rear. She had night terrors, when she would wake up screaming in the middle of the night, but was totally unable to explain what had frightened her, except to say, "The chair" or "butterflies." If I did not have my eye on her constantly, she would try to hurt her baby brother, whom she loved, by putting toys down his throat, or pulling him off the couch he was lying on.
One day I was working in the kitchen and she stood in the doorway staring at me. "Mom, the devil is standing right beside you!" The look in her eyes told me she saw something.
"Well, he can stand there all he likes, but he can't do anything to me because I belong to Jesus. I am sealed by the Holy Spirit so he can't touch me," I said out loud, knowing that the demons hear what we say. For the next few days I sang all the songs I could think of about the blood of Jesus, knowing that that is the devil's downfall.
We took her to be evaluated by a professional, who diagnosed Attention Deficit Hyperactive Disorder and Oppositional Defiant Disorder at age three. We began treating her with the usual medications, but they had limited effect.
We began reading what we could find about demonic oppression. We decided it was time to practice James 5. Two friends joined us as we laid hands on her, anointed her oil and prayed. She never had another night terror again. Over the next two weeks the talk about blood and snakes and severed heads diminished until it stopped.
The first time she cut herself she was three years old. She took a knife from the kitchen drawer, sliced her wrist, and then put the knife away. Fortunately no veins were cut.
In the years that followed she continued to be a very challenging child. We noticed that no form of discipline ever worked, there were wild mood swings, and even appeared to be several different "personalities" that she would show on different days. She was disruptive at school and at home. She would hurt animals, her brother, and herself. I tried to get psychiatric help for her while we were in the US for a year, but nothing worked out for us.
When we returned to the island, she was sexually molested by a stranger. After that she began molesting younger children and acting very sexually with her brother. Then she began meeting with neighborhood boys for sex games. When we found out what was going on I immediately took her to the US to try to get some treatment for her.
After a very long process, I took her to a Christian children's home that specialized in Reactive Attachment Disorder. She lived there a year and a half, then started running away. We brought her home (by this time we were living in the US) and tried to find a more secure place for her to live. I kept all my knives locked up in a strong box, and watched her all the time. My son couldn't have friends over for the night because I never knew what she would do. We had received a sedative to give her at night because without it she would not sleep at all. But there were times when she didn't want it to work, and it didn't. I would hear her talking to someone who wasn't there, sometimes arguing with him. The wild mood swings and different personalities continued.
Then one day she found a way to cut herself in spite of all my precautions. That began placement in a facility for adolescents and continued treatment for several years. There were numerous suicide attempts and destructive behavior.
Then one summer, at a church camp, I asked a man to pray for her, without explaining anything else. He laid hands on her and prayed, and cast out a demon. She was mad as can be. She wanted the "voice" back. He came back, and she was thrilled, and we prayed again. He left, but not for long, because she wanted him back. I have even seen the demon myself, in a vague shadowy form that disappeared when I looked directly at it.
Well, we got her through high school. She ran off with a boyfriend to another state for a couple of weeks. When that ended she came home again and soon was pregnant for another boy. A year and a half after leaving high school she was no further along, and had given birth. The demon had told her he was glad that she was having a baby because he would get another soul. This, along with other factors, helped her decide to give the baby up for adoption to a Christian couple who had been wanting a child for many years.
She has still had struggles since then, including the night the demon showed his face to her for the first time, and stared at her for most of a night, wanting to come back in. With more scripture and prayer we sent him away again.
Now she seems to be on the right track, pursuing a relationship with God. I know it will continue to be a battle. We are in a war against evil, which shows itself in many forms, and this is only one of them. But we have the armor of God, and the victory has already been won when Jesus died and rose again.
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