Dear Jesus,
I had absolutely no reason to, (Well, except the fact that I had almost died in a spiritual warfare against a dragon, seen three angels and you), yet my feet involuntarily trudged downstairs into the study room.
Twas as if my system was in autopilot mode.
I entered the dimly lit library. The electric lamp that was on had already gone low. I sat on a chair by the study table and joined Dad in praying in tongues. I now am conscious of my weapon. It wrecks havoc to satan's kingdom.
After a while, we stopped and slid into worship.
"Good morning Dad," I said, watching him stand from his kneeling posture at the big chair.
"Is it morning already?"
"Yes Dad. It's already 3:30am," I said, glancing at his phone's screen for the time.
"Really?"
"Dad, don't tell me you didn't sl
