I went down the hallway in this store, where there are all these smaller, separate rooms filled with different antiques. I looked around the first room and then crossed the hallway and entered the next one. Within seconds, that same woman came into the same room as me. It was just the two of us in there, and as I was looking around, she started talking to me again. She pointed out this little table in the center of the room and said how much she liked it and how perfect it would be for her house. I told her it was very nice. I still had the feeling that something was off but couldn’t quite decipher what I was feeling.

I looked over at her as she was talking to me, and out of the blue, as our eyes met, she said, “I come from a bloodline of witches.”

I admit, I was completely taken aback. In my 47 years of life, I have never had someone tell me that. I also can’t recall a time that I immediately felt such an evil presence come into a room so strongly before. It was like a swarm of bees flew in. The heaviness in the room was present, and I immediately had goosebumps and the hair on the back of my neck stood up.

I just stared at her as she said this. She went on to tell me how she really liked a rocking chair in another section of the store and that she had “the gift” and had “seen” an old man (I knew she was referring to an evil spirit) sitting in it and didn’t want to buy it now. She said she didn’t want to “bring that attachment into her home” because she didn’t know “who that man was.”

I just thought this poor, older woman does have an attachment in her home already—and upon her! I could feel it, and it was not of God.

I silently rebuked the evil spirit to myself as she was talking, and I left the room.

This is another example of why it’s so important that we always pray and ask God for discernment. This woman didn’t “look” like someone who practiced witchcraft. She looked like someone’s Grandma! A sweet, little elderly woman.

After this incident, I started questioning myself. I had completely frozen while talking with the woman, and I wondered if God wanted me to do more. I just didn’t feel it was the right moment to say something to her when she first told me about being a witch.

Instead of beating myself up about what I should’ve or could’ve done or said, I thought about it more as an opportunity.

If this woman shared with me, a complete stranger, about her “family bloodline of witches,” then she was obviously proud of it. I thought of her growing up in a family that had pride in this bloodline and their family history. She may have grown up in a house that never spoke of God.

I thought, “Does she have anyone in her life that is praying for her?”

I knew THAT is what God wants me to do. Even though, in the moment, I didn’t know what to say, the Lord turned it into a praying opportunity.

I will pray for this woman, who may not have a lot of time left on this earth. Maybe that’s why God allowed our paths to cross. She needs a prayer warrior. Someone to rebuke the evil spirits from her home and mind. Someone to pray for her soul. Someone to pray that she finds the Lord before it’s too late. Someone to kneel on her behalf because there may not be anyone else in her life that does.

“Prove all things; hold fast that which is good.” (1 Thessalonians 5:21)