Becoming A Vessel Of Honor Rebecca Brown

72 remarkable about her. She was rather sloppily dressed in tight black pants that revealed she was somewhat pudgy. Her shoulder-length hair was mostly gray. BUT, she radiated powerful and evil demons. Joyce stopped in her tracks, swaying as the demonic force of the demon lord Dantallion hit her. The woman was Sedona —Joyce’s mortal enemy when she was still in the craft. Waves of fear rushed into Joyce. Flashbacks poured through her mind in rapid succession. Horrifying scenes of torture and torment. She struggled to think, struggled to breathe. It was as if she was sinking into a sea of mental tor ment. Summoning all of her strength and will against the onslaught she forced her feet a couple of steps forward, hanging onto the laundry basket and her keys for dear life. Sedona stepped forward, blocking her path. "Just WHERE do you think you are going?”she snapped. Joyce shook her head, trying to clear it. T’m going home," she stammered. "Oh NO you’re not! You’re mine!” With the last bit of strength she had left Joyce spoke as firm ly as she could. "Oh no I’m not! I rebuke you in the name of the Lord Jesus Christ. I belong to Jesus!" Sedona hesitated a moment, but only for a moment. She reached out and grabbed Joyce’s arm at the elbow in a cruel grasp. Joyce jerked back and tried to pull away, but was un able to break free. Pain shot up her arm and enveloped her in waves. Burning pain. Instantly, the mental torment in Chapter 5 The Armor of God