Javelins Spears & Daggers

Why do I always get the javelins,
spears, and daggers???
Sometimes I feel like David......

(1Sa 18:11) "And Saul cast the javelin; for he said, I will smite David even to the wall with it. And David avoided out of his presence twice."

Below are two crazy experiences......

The other day while I was in prayer God showed me a vision that was quite interesting. I was sitting in a church (not mine), praise and worship was over, the offering had been collected, and now it was time for the Word! To my surprise the Pastor told me to go up and preach. As I walked up there everyone was smiling, sitting intently, waiting to receive a Word from Goaud! Just as soon as I stepped up to the podium I notice everyone's smiling face. I saw their excitement and anticipation to hear me speak. But then all of a sudden, as if someone gave a cue, demons started sliding out to the left from behind most of the people. They were dark forms with shape, but I instantly knew that they were demons. And I'm not just talking about a few... the entire church was full of them. After they appeared, they all started loudly hissing directly at me. I felt like I was in a room full of snakes. But as I continued to look, the congregation still sat there unbeknownst to the mayhem that was taking place. Their faces still smiling. Both excitement and anticipation still ravished their faces. And then, as if another cue had been given, the demons start throwing spears at me. Literally throwing real spears. It reminded me of the book of 1 Samuel, how Saul used to launch spears at David. It seemed like everyone they threw at me hit me. Although in real life as I was praying, I could not feel a thing... in the vision it was a totally different story. IT HURT SOOOOO BAD. It hurt so bad. It hurt so bad that I leaned on the podium in agony. The pain was crippling and I remember crying. I wept like a big baby. I cried and the spears flew. And the spears flew and I cried, still leaning on the podium. At this point I was clenching the podium to keep from falling and I started speaking in tongues. Then in the midst of speaking, crying, and being struck by spears (which by the way didn't cut me or make me bleed, but they just kinda went right in me and through me) God started speaking to me. I felt like Stephen. In the midst of them stoning him to death everything paused as he peered into heaven and at that point nothing else really mattered or existed. Yup, that's exactly how I felt. I have NO clue what God said to me that day. But it was definitely him and it was definitely timely. As he began to talk to me I felt strength begin to rise up inside of me. More and More and More, to the point where now I was standing on my own two feet, no longer leaning on the podium. I had stopped crying and now I had gotten upset, with the anger of the Lord. And with his strength and power backing me, I began to rebuke the enemy and declare those things which he clearly spoke to me. I spoke exactly what he told me to say, and I said it with confidence, with boldness, and with might! ....... and then the vision ended.
Today, I still have no clue what he spoke to me, or what I declared to the people.

Last year there was a certain individual who had joined the church. Long story short, he began to spread lies and rumors about me.....just stupid stuff. (Excuse me for one moment, but sometimes the enemy's stuff is just sooo retarded)....ok, I'm back. Anyway I'll never forget this particular Sunday morning. Somehow this person got elected to make an announcement about something. And as I'm sitting upfront, behind, and to the left of this person talking, it happened. This person looked over at me with the most totally nasty look on their face and then turned back and kept talking. Well just then I felt somebody run up on me (to my left) and stab me in my left side (right under my rib) with a short dagger. I immediately jumped out of my chair and kinda made a little yell out. Then I looked to my left to tell whoever it was that did that (probably some little kid) to stop playing b/c church isn't over yet. Well when I looked to my left, nobody was there. When I looked to my right, nobody was there. So now I'm looking around like... "Alright, who's the wise person playing games with me?" At this point everybody in church (who noticed) is now looking at me like I'm crazy. One, for jumping up during the announcements, and Two, for now frantically looking around for something that did not exist and Three, for holding my left side. But listen to me, even if you're blind, you can tell when someone walks up on you. You can feel them and sense their presence. Well not only did I sense their presence but I felt them. I felt their shape, and I felt their size. SOMETHING RAN UP ON ME! Talk about shock, embarrassment, and PAIN! OMG that hurt soooooooooooooooooooo bad! Once my heart rate returned to normal, God spoke to me and showed me where and WHO the attack had come from. Guess who...yup!
Isn't that crazy!

This fight that I fight
is not against flesh and blood!
Regardless though,
I am victorious!
I am more than a conqueror!
Hallelujah!