“God told me it was alright if I wanted to come home – that He loved me. Afterward, the Lord told me to gird up myself…”
I was still making preparations, getting rid of stuff. I was putting a doll on eBay and was thinking - talking to the Lord - and got irritated about something "He" said and didn't want to talk anymore. It seemed to me that His spirit was irritated for no reason.
I was drinking before bed. That's when the obscenities started - I had blasphemed God, I was a slut, tramp, blotted from the book.
I remember a vision of standing in a large room with shiny floors. People were standing around, but I couldn’t make out their faces. I believe God was there. I remember asking, “Where is the demon?” and God looked surprised to me.
It’s calling me stupid. I’ll fall asleep crying.