Attacks after midnight Week 10, 2012

I was trapped in a cell, the bars of the prison held me captive as I struggled. I seemed powerless to break free. The name “Jesus” wasn’t coming from my lips though I summoned them to say it. I said it in my mind forcefully. Slowly I realized it was a dream. I cannot be imprisoned; I am a child of God. “Jesus, JESUS!” startled my wife as I called out in the dream. Coming awake I looked at the time; these oppressive dreams kept coming about 1am. They had become frequent. They were regularly dreams of bondage, or approaching insanity. At another time I jerked awake, “We are under attack!” I told my wife. I could not tell how I knew this as I went straight to the children’s room and laid hands on each of them. Praying; covering each of us in the blood of Jesus. No instrument of war which is formed against you will be of any use…This is the heritage of the servants of the Lord, and their righteousness comes from me, says the Lord Is 54:17(BBE).
It had become far too frequent to be ignored. As we prayed, in one dream I saw our house help in a cultist meeting. Did she have anything to do with it? Initially she denied it, and then later accepted. Upon questioning she accepted their meetings were about the times the attacks in dreams occurred. She gave the names of those who gather at the meetings with her. She had been asked to slay one of our unborn children then. I recalled my wife had been unusually ill in that pregnancy. It was definitely the most turbulent. One day I came to the house during working hours in search of something I forgot and met her on the floor. She had suddenly developed severe diarrhea and vomiting. Her cousin said, “Have you prayed?” We did, and got the victory. Despite all attacks the baby had been born well and fully formed, but developed deep jaundice thereafter which later resolved.
What do we do with her now? Do you think I enjoy seeing evil people die?" asks the Sovereign LORD. "No, I would rather see them repent and live” Ez 18:23(GNB). Our pastor counseled that if she showed genuine repentance she could stay otherwise she should go back home. One of her aunties, a deacon, took her to a minister for prayers. A lot of things manifested and she renounced the group, was led through the sinner’s prayer and came back to us. “She cannot hurt us now that we know her history” we reasoned. And so she slept as before with the rest of our children, and continued in family devotions and Bible fellowships for a while. As with all our house helps we allowed her home on some holidays with her folks. Her father returned after the New Year without her. He testified that on the bus station she suddenly refused to return to our house, and he thanked us for looking after her. When I went to collect her transcripts I met one of her classmates who bore one of the names she confessed went on nocturnal meetings with her. The name had sounded strange then.
I still awake about 1am quite frequently; but this time to pray or do other things.