came after my boys this summer.
Disclaimer: this ain't no funny post girls, it's quite the opposite.
You might be thinking "woah, it's time to get off this crazy train of a blog" at this point and maybe you should, but
I know what I know.
There were two occasions where my boys described monster- type creatures who terrorized them at night. Nightmares you say? Perhaps. Even still.
Yesterday I was having lunch with my little man, just 4, and he began describing "a monster with two eyes and a shell on his back came up and scratched me on my arm". He said it happened after we put him to bed at the cottage we had rented - "when I was all alone you weren't there". And this incident, of course, reminded me of our night from hell.
One night, my oldest son was fighting a fever. He was asleep upstairs and I could see that there was something happening in the room from the monitor I had with me. The lights were flashing red and orange and the band was full which meant lots of noise and motion. I ran to see what was happening because I was worried that he might need something to drink. One of my daughters, understanding the urgency, went with me. When we arrived he was sitting on the top of his bed up on his knees immobilized with fear - his arms twisted, hands tight-fisted at his chest, sweating, red, and whimpering. I came up to him and calmly placed my hand on him and it took a moment for him recognize me - such was his state. With tears streaking his cheeks he began to tell me about a demon. It had "two eyes and hands and it came up over my bed". At first he thought someone familiar was there like a sibling making noise about the room. Confusion left him when he realized his sister was sleeping soundly, took a look at it and that's when it began to terrorize and taunt him. He tried to escape by jumping onto another bed but with a voice like no other, it threatened him with "If you come over onto this bed, I will haunt you for the rest of your life."
Anger filled my mind when I saw what this "thing" had done to my son. How dare you I thought. How dare you mess with my sick kid you coward! When I turned and saw the expression on my daughter's face I realized that what was happening - was happening - even as much as I didn't want it to be. I began reciting the St. Michael prayer outloud and banished the evil spirit in the name of Jesus. I took out the scapular that my Aunt Gina had only recently worn on her death bed and placed it over the shoulders of my shaken son. It occurred to me then that I actually had an arsenal of spiritual weaoponry right there in my purse. Hubs had already flown back home to return to work and so it was up to me alone to protect my family from whatever it was. My daughter and I began moving all of the children to another room. At the funeral I had also collected prayer cards for each of them and so I took all of them out and placed them in an arc outside the doorway and then laid down right there on the floor. I don't know how many rosaries I said that night. It was just one after another until around 3 a.m. when I finally calmed down enough to give in to sleep.
One of my most fervent prayers was that my son would not remember the horror of what had happened to him - that he would not be traumatized - even though I knew that my daughter and I would never, ever, forget that wretched night. I decided not to mention the incident at all the next day to see what, if anything, he would offer up on his own. Later that morning he said "I had a really bad nightmare" and I felt that my request was granted as I watched him run off to play with his brother still holding onto that precious boyish innocence I know won't last forever. Just a little while longer Lord.
A little bit longer.
Evil is real and so are demons and so is spiritual warfare. Don't deceive yourselves into thinking it doesn't exist, that it's just a dream or you aren't part of it.
And as much as it breaks my heart,
my sons are.
Be at the ready ladies. Be courageous.
The war has already been won but the ancient battle for good