“The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome it.”
John 1:5 (ESV)

It was one winter—cold, gloomy, and dark. During that time, I was a single mother living in a five-story apartment with my six-year-old child, and I had already slipped into deep depression. I was walking through loss, pain, shame, and betrayal, and the enemy began to take hold of my life both physically and emotionally. When darkness arrived around 4 PM, fear would start creeping in. Fear soon opened the door to anxiety, and panic attacks joined in as if they had formed an alliance against me.
I wasn’t sure what was in that apartment, but I could feel spirits moving in the room. I remember lying in bed and physically feeling as if I was fighting something evil. My daughter would wake every night around 11 PM complaining of stomach pain. This continued for months. I grew weaker—spiritually, emotionally, and physically. I no longer had the strength to resist the enemy.
My mother was with me during that season, helping me in practical ways, but I didn’t tell her what was happening spiritually. She could see my suffering, and she heard my daughter screaming in pain at night. I could hear whispers—words of hopelessness and discouragement spoken into my mind by evil spirits. I once told her, “Something feels twisted in my mind. I’m confused, and I can’t think straight.”
Thank God for a praying mother. I have seen her pray for me day and night.During those months, sleep felt impossible to reach. Anyone who has battled anxiety or panic attacks knows the torment of lying awake through the night.
Many times, suicidal thoughts tried to take root. The enemy kept telling me that this was the end of my story—that the rest of my life would be lived in fear, anxiety, and torment. For a short time, I believed those lies. But thank God for the Holy Spirit—because He can pull anyone out of the darkest pit, even when it feels like there is no way out.
One night, I went into the bathroom and sat silently in a corner, crying and asking for help. The enemy whispered that I should jump from the fifth floor, but the voice of the Holy Spirit was gentle, comforting, and full of assurance. After wrestling for a long time, I chose to listen to the Holy Spirit. The blood of Jesus began to speak for me.
I was led to take communion from a packet that had been in my handbag for months. I believed again in the finished work of Jesus on the cross. I claimed the power of His blood over myself, over my daughter, and over that apartment. With fear still lingering, I grabbed my Bible and opened to John chapter 1. As I read, something shifted in the atmosphere. A light filled the room—not a physical lamp, but a divine presence. I knew someone holy was there.
The grip of darkness shattered. Peace replaced fear. The torment lifted. For the first time in many months, I slept soundly through the night and woke up refreshed.
Truly, my life was spared that night because the Spirit of God came through for me.
The next morning, my mother saw my face glowing. Everything began to change. My daughter stopped having stomach pain. Restoration accelerated. Fear and anxiety began losing their power as His light shined into every part of my life. His Word became a lamp to my feet and a light to my path.
What a wonderful Father we have—a God who does not hand His children over to the enemy. Thank God for Jesus Christ, and thank God for the Holy Spirit.
When the light of the Living God touches a person, nothing remains the same.
We see this in Scripture. Saul was persecuting and killing Christians, yet on the road to Damascus, the Light of Heaven met him—and everything changed.
“Now as he went on his way, he approached Damascus, and suddenly a light from heaven shone around him.”
Acts 9:3 (ESV)
That same Saul became Paul—used by God with the same intensity he once used against the church. His writings, inspired by the Holy Spirit, continue to strengthen and encourage millions today.
So today, this word brings hope: your darkness is never too dark for God. His presence brings life. His Spirit brings freedom. If you invite Jesus into your heart, believe His Word, and ask for the help of the Holy Spirit, nothing—not fear, not trauma, not depression, not generational bondage—can stop your deliverance.
“So if the Son sets you free, you will be free indeed.”
John 8:36 (ESV)
Your life is a gift from God. You do not have to live in bondage. With whatever strength you have left, call on the name of Jesus—He is ready to set you free.
Prayer
Lord Jesus, thank You for Your light that breaks every chain of darkness. Thank You for Your blood that speaks healing, freedom, and life. Holy Spirit, fill every place where fear once lived. Let Your peace rule my heart and my home. Strengthen me to walk in the freedom You purchased for me. In Jesus’ mighty name, Amen.








