I was standing to the left of her bed, near her head and she turned her head up and toward me. Her hair was pulled back from her face, brushed back – she was pale, like a corpse. The machine hoses and tubes filling her throat and her nose, making noise, keeping her alive.
Her eyes in that moment were huge. Filled with pain and fear – but also filled with judgment. The image haunted me, like a nightmare – for months.
In His mercy – Jesus walked to the other side of the bed, reached over with his left hand and shut her eyes. He told me “She doesn’t have any authority over you. She is gone. Her power is gone. She never had the right to use you. You are mine. You are MY daughter.”
He looked right at me. He gave me his eyes to see, instead of hers. Her eyes are closed.
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