The Blood saved me from the devil’s attack ! by Elaine Davenport (Sunday, August 19, 2007)

What a busy day I’ve had.  We’re in Convention and I’m built up.  Do you think that the devil respects that?  No, he doesn’t.  My ambition makes me a target, but no weapon formed against me can prosper!  Wait til you hear this story:

I needed to leave for church today at 5: 30 p.m.    My day started at 5am thereabouts .  This afternoon I took a nap for about 2 hours and when I awakened, I had a pounding headache.  Almost like a robot, I went to the kitchen cabinet to get a Tylenol.  None were there.  I’m so glad!  I pulled out my “B” plan.  It should have been my “A” plan.

I got out June Newman Davis’s Scripture Keys  and turned to my Daily Prescriptions.  Per her instructions; I lavished myself with the Blood of Jesus.  I could feel it being poured all over me.  Then I began to read a series of healing scriptures  prefacing them with Thanking the Father, praising Him, and stating that the Word had become flesh in my body.  I did it twice.  Maybe it took ten minutes .  By the time that I finished the headache was gone.  I went on to church.  Of course for two hours off and on it tried to come back.  During that time, I laughed at the devil and announced that I was not accepting a counterfeit headache.  (that means it wasn’t real, but it was designed to make me think it was)  I’m writing this now after the service and feeling fine.  You see, the Word says that by his stripes I was healed.  So devil, go back into that hole that you crawled out of, I don’t have time for your nonsense.

Note:  The devil hates for us to plead the Blood. Some churches don’t even sing songs with the blood in it.  They worry that people from “the world” won’t understand.    I not only plead the Blood, but I pour the Blood on me for healing when I need to.