PROTECTED BY THE BLOOD

At 2:30 in the morning, I abruptly awoke to the sound of loud fire alarms clanging in my apartment building. As I rushed to get out of the building, I was surprised to see that this was not a false alarm; the building was actually on fire. There was smoke and embers billowing up in the air, and fire trucks racing in. In a matter of moments, I found myself praying in the Spirit. I decreed the blood line of Jesus around my apartment. Where the Blood of Jesus is, the wicked one must pass over. I decreed that the fire would have no effect on my place and that none of my belongings would be damaged, in the Name of Jesus. The following day, we were permitted to go into the badly damaged building to collect immediate necessities. I watched as my neighbor to the south went in and came back out. His apartment had water and smoke damage, and his home business documents were completely destroyed. I watched the other neighbors go in, and they all had damage to different degrees, including losing everything. When it was my turn to go in, I walked down the dark, smoke-filled hallways. As soon as I opened the door to my place, I could tell the Presence of God was there. My place was beautiful, just like I left it. Nothing was damaged; it looked like nothing had even happened. It even smelled good. Even weeks later, when the whole building stunk badly with smoke inside and out, my place still smelled good. I had my windows open, and the door had a big hole in it, which would have allowed bad odors to seep in and absorb into fabrics, and still there were no bad smells. I later discovered that the fire had been to the left, the right, and on top of my place, which meant the fire jumped over my place and continued on the other side of the building. The Blood of Jesus protected my place and my belongings; the Blood of Jesus was my firewall. I thank God for the Blood of Jesus.