As I write this it is two days after Halloween, and I am so thankful that the war is over. At least the war coming from those who are angry that I share my testimony about Halloween. As an ex witch and survivor of the occult, there is always going to be a war coming after me, but the war during October just happens to be exceptionally hot. Thank God I made it through with no battle scars or wounds to show. God’s grace kept me breathing on the days where it felt like the world was crashing in around…
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As I write this it is October 31st, or more commonly known as Halloween. I am sitting in my room to type this post out at 8:30 pm as my husband puts the kids to bed. The window is open and all I can hear are screams of children and roars of an adult man who is scaring them. There is also the clamor of children as they rush from house to house looking for a sweet handout. At dusk our neighbors all began to set up their decorations – a grave yard with bones, giant ghosts and bats, rows…