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just sat there, drenched in frustration. No matter how hard I tried to help her
see it, she couldn't believe she was sinning."How can you say I shouldn't
see him again?" she asked incredulously. "God sent him to me."
He was married,
an alcoholic, and habitually unemployed. She was lonely and longing. Those filters
distorted her clear-sightedness, and all she could see was his handsomeness, his
charm, and that he wanted her more than anything or anyone. He appeared at just
the right time, saying just the right words, and filling just the right needs.
Since she had been praying for precisely those things, she was convinced, without
doubt, that God had sent him. When he divorced his wife, they would live happily
ever after, praising God for the introduction. As
I listened, I felt it again, that same desire I've felt so many other times. "God,
if You ever offer me one gift like You did to Solomon, I know what I want. Give
me the ability to lay hands on people to give them supernatural vision. God I
want to be able to make people see the unseen." If
I'd had that gift that day, I would have walked around my desk, placed my hands
on Charlotte, and prayed, "God, for the next week open her eyes to the unseen
spirit world. Make visible to her angels, demons, and spirits who come into her
presence. Don't let them hide from her or disguise themselves. Make them plain."
Then I would have sent her out to see the "shinning knight" who had
come to rescue her from her lonliness. She
would have come back. Terrified. To
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