In March 2025, after a long and painful series of events in my marriage, I found myself in an extremely dark place. The heaviness over my mind and heart was so suffocating that I could not pray—I had absolutely no desire to read my Bible or pursue anything related to God. I wanted to end my life.

 

For many months, I pursued every spiritual and emotional solution I could think of. My husband and I attended a marriage retreat through our church. I went on two women’s deliverance retreats and another deliverance-focused marriage retreat. We sought help from marriage mentors and Christian counselors. But no matter what I tried, nothing seemed to get to the root of the torment. In fact, I felt worse.

 

During this time, strange things began happening with my animals. I raise chickens, Nigerian dwarf goats, and two dogs. Our dogs began killing our chickens at an alarming rate. Somehow the chickens were escaping their pen, and the dogs were in a frenzy. I couldn’t stop their behavior. My grief and anger grew so intense, I even wanted to harm the dogs.

 

Then came another tragedy. We had a large Alpine goat—strong, 100 pounds, with full horns—who used to bully the smaller goats. She was kept in a separate, tall, secure pen. One day, my husband called me to say the dogs had killed her. I couldn’t believe it. How could they have gotten to her? The pen was locked. No one ever witnessed the attacks—only the aftermath. Death seemed to surround me. And I wanted to die myself.

 

In desperation, I made a prayer appointment with Kristy. I confessed everything—how I was feeling, that I was making plans to put my affairs in order, and that I had even met with an attorney. I believed my husband and son would be better off financially if I was gone. The only thing that gave me pause was that no one could serve as a legal guardian for my son with special needs—not even my husband.

 

So we prayed.

 

We invited the Holy Spirit to intercede and reveal what was really happening. Jesus exposed a bloodline spirit of death and murder—something I could trace through myself, my children, my parents, and grandparents. It had been attacking what was most precious to me—my family, my mind, and even my animals.

 

My sister in Christ reminded me of God’s Word, my identity in Christ, and my authority in the Kingdom. She spoke Truth over me, and we declared it together. She helped me recognize areas in my life that were out of alignment with God’s Word. I repented, confessed, and renounced those things. I broke ties with darkness, reclaimed surrendered authority, and watched as generational curses were broken—and blessings were restored.

 

Since that day, the darkness has lifted. Suicidal thoughts are gone. My animals are no longer under attack—they are alive and healthy. The thief came to steal, kill, and destroy, but Jesus came so I may have life, and have it abundantly (John 10:10).

 

Part 2: A Glimpse of Freedom Beyond What We Could Ask or Imagine

 

There is more to this story—part two of this deliverance. It extends beyond me. It extends to the good and perfect gifts given by the Father of Lights, in whom there is no shadow of turning (James 1:17).

 

Not long before the session with Kristy and the deliverance that God brought to my household, I had sold a baby goat. Sometime later, after the deliverance, I received a frantic call from the new owner: the baby goat had been attacked by a dog.

 

I rushed over. The poor little goat was unresponsive, mouth open, breathing rapidly, with a temperature of 105°F. We administered first aid and got his temperature down. The family and their children gathered around, hoping for the best. Before I left, I asked if we could lay hands on the goat and pray.

 

We did. I thanked the Lord for the playful little goat, prayed for healing, and rebuked the spirit of death—in Jesus’ name. ​As I drove home, I continued to pray, asking God to heal the goat so that the mother and her children would witness the power of prayer—even over a goat.

 

The next morning, I checked in. The goat had made a full recovery.

Death’s sting was totally removed from my household—even from that which God had blessed me with and I had sold.

​Glory be to God!