All My Knotted-Up Life: A Memoir

by Beth Moore

Another force in this perfect storm came from the domain of darkness above and below, from the haunts of demons tormenting bearers of the divine image, where unseeable wolves are unleashed to steal, kill, and destroy. A darkness descended on me during those months that wasn’t simply the absence of light. It was the presence of evil. Intelligent, cogent evil with a frighteningly uncanny knack for timing and the wherewithal to cause complete havoc. It surrounded my home and closed in on it and, had God not given it a boundary it could not pass, would have consumed us to dust. It came for my mind, my heart, my body, my husband, my marriage, my children, my home, my relationships, my fruitfulness, my hope, my joy, my ministry, my faith, and my future. The old flashbacks from my youth have faded now, dissipating into the light. Any flashbacks that make me shudder these days are of this season.