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Savannah Chrisley (0:00)
Come to me, all you who labor and are heavily burdened, and I will give you rest. Loving Father, we thank you for inviting us to find rest in you. We confess that we often carry heavy burdens, worries, fears and struggles that weigh us down. Lord, we bring them to you, knowing you are our refuge and strength. Teach us to trust in your promise of rest and to lean on you when we are weary. Renew our spirits and fill us with your peace that surpasses all understanding. Strengthen us to release our burdens at your feet and embrace your comforting presence. Empower us to be a source of rest and encouragement for others, reflecting your love and grace. In Jesus name we pray. Amen. Thank you for praying with me today. This is the Jesus Podcast, Gospel inspired stories told with a cinematic touch and heartfelt reflection. Remain here for another story on Jesus and demons. And as always, make sure to follow this podcast and share it with a friend Mary was curled up in the corner of the room like a pile of rags. Her frantic breathing was coarse and grating. She clawed at her ears, hoping it would dull the voices in her mind, but the voices only called out louder.
Meditative Prayer Guide (1:38)
Try if you must, but you can.
Savannah Chrisley (1:41)
Do nothing to rid yourself of us. Mary knew that the demon was right. She had wrestled with the seven spirits for months, weakening her body and mind. Mary glanced around the room, straining her eyes that had sunken heavily into her skull. The room was littered with flickering lanterns that cast menacing shadows on the wall, projecting the same darkness the that paraded itself within her. Her gaunt cheeks trembled under the extreme duress. Get out. Get out. Every so often, Mary could control parts of herself, but only long enough to beg for what she knew would never come. If you won't leave, then kill me.
Meditative Prayer Guide (2:33)
Please.
Savannah Chrisley (2:33)
The demons cackled. They found pleasure in Mary's passion. To them, the poor woman was merely a husk for them to use. She was a prisoner in her own body, a puppet to these pawns of Satan. They quickly overpowered Mary's will, forcing her to bludgeon her head against the wall. Mary cried out in agony as blood trickled down from her forehead. Oh, how far Mary had fallen. She grew up in the opulence of Magdalene, skipping in the grand halls of a prominent household. But now, since her spiral, she had made choices she would have never imagined making. Moments like these were her darkest when she was alone with her tormentors. The demons cackled even wilder as Mary grasped at her hair, tears mixing with the blood and dust covering her face. The pain was becoming too much for her. Her eyes spiraled in and out of focus. The voices conspired within her, driving her deeper into her insanity. Mary's spine cracked as she threw her head back, letting out an ear splash. In an instant, her vision went pitch black. She slowly lost consciousness as she felt her demonic captors drive her body out the door. Naomi's leaving. I think she's going back to Bethlehem. My sweet daughters, you must go back. Your people will be my people and your God will be my God. Naomi means pleasantness. Call me Mara. Bitterness. With me, there is nothing but bitterness.
