S.A. Tower - A Witchs Encounter With God: Taken from the Night--Expanded Edition

Expanded Edition

2017 by S. A. Tower

Published by Dwell Publishing LLC

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ISBN: 978-0-9849523-5-9

ISBN: 978-0-9849523-0-4 (first edition, pbk)

Scripture quotations are from the New King James Version of the Bible. Copyright 1979, 1980, 1982 by Thomas Nelson, Inc. publishers.

This story is based on true events, but certain names, persons, characters, places, and dates have been changed so that the persons and characters portrayed bear no resemblance to the persons actually living or dead.

Cover design by David Munoz

Parental discretion is advised

To Abba Father, in whom there is no greater love.

In memory of my earthly father, who gave me a loving example here on this earth.

And to my spiritual father, for adhering to the heart of our Heavenly Father

in simply loving me.

Foreword

This book vividly demonstrates how seducing spirits work on a person to turn from truth to the counterfeit. Spiritual discouragement followed by fascination of the dark arts is a masterful ploy of the Devil in these last days. Ephesians 4:27 warns us not to even give a toe-hold to the enemy!

There is a wonderful realization that Gods Spirit and the Truth do not turn us loose in time of dark passages, but continue to confront us with eternal decisions.

Much of the battle is fought in the mind and emotions. When every thought is brought into subjection to the Living Word, as is so effectively brought out in this power-packed book, things begin to realign and come into Gods working order again.

Congratulations on a well narrated story that will surely begin the journey back to the Cross for many wanderers in an age of rising witchcraft and paganism! I trust this will just be one of many more masterpieces to come.

~ Dr.Carol Hansen-Robeson,

Co-author of Strongmans His Name,

Whats His Game? I and II

A Witchs Encounter with God is one of the most transparent and enlightening testimonies I've ever read. S.A. Tower communicates with amazing detail, the life events that drew her into the Craft and displays God's supernatural power and the extreme lengths He will go to redeem and restore. As a result of reading this book, you will be better equipped to effectively minister to those coming out of spiritual darkness. S.A. Tower is a living testament that we serve a God that never gives up on us, even when we throw in the towel or when others do." Rev. Samuel Rodriguez , President NHCLC, Conela

A Witchs Encounter with God engages the reader immediately and transports them to the battlefield of the soul. A young woman became entangled with a coven of white witchcraft and her ensuing journey to be delivered. This compelling narrative pulls no punches about church life, family struggles, and the darkness that often parades as light! - Dr. Ron Phillips , Senior Pastor of Abbas House and Author of over 30 books, including Our Invisible Allies

A Witchs Encounter with God is a powerful and no-holds-barred memoir of an ex-witch who experiences Gods relentless love and grace, in spite of our flawed humanity. This book is an insightful view of the spiritual battle through the eyes of one who actually lived it, being transformed from eternal darkness to everlasting light. - Michael Leehan , Author of Ascent From Darkness

Acknowledgments

To my children, thank you for allowing me the time to do what God has put on my heart in you I am reminded of His love and mercy.

To my special friend, thank you for always being there for me, for a continuous supply of Godly stuff and for your relentless persistence.

To all of the pastors who prayed, interceded and encouraged me through the different seasons of my life; especially my pastor who extended grace and continually reminded me of that October day when the angels in heaven rejoiced. And to my long distance pastor who welcomed me into his home and church, giving me what I needed more of Jesus; you know who you are.

To my friends in Massachusetts, who have been beacons of light in finding my way out of the darkness. Blessed be in Jesus!

To my computer techs who have managed to save the contents of this manuscript on numerous occasions. Without you, much would be lost in cyber space.

Id like to express gratitude to my editors whose expertise and concise copyediting fashioned Taken From The Night into a more eloquent book than I had imagined.

To all the prayer warriors, known and unknown, who have prayed for me over the years, this is the evidence in the power of prayer.

Above all, Id like to express my adoration to Jesus, who is the author of my salvation and who clothed me in His robe of righteousness This is the day!

Prologue

Ring.

Ring.

The phones repetitious sound roused my semi-conscious mind.

Ring. Ring. Ring.

I wanted to react, but my brain wasnt transmitting to my body.

The ringing grew louder.

Finally, my limbs succumbed to my will. Gaining control, I struggled to my hands and knees. The room spun, nauseating me, but determined, I pulled myself up to stand.

It took all my energy to stumble into the kitchen and pick up the receiver. Only a dial tone. Feeling light-headed, I propped myself against the wall and dialed everyone who might have been trying to reach me. Only my dad answered, but he hadnt called.

I looked at the clock. Three p.m.

Needing to shower before my son awoke from his nap, I made my way to the stairs and then clung to the handrail as I climbed what seemed like Mount Everest. Once in the bathroom, I undressed, turned on the water, and stepped into the shower. My fingers caught as I ran them through my hair, which strangely already felt wet and clumped together. I lowered one hand to find blood all over it.

Im bleeding. Why am I bleeding?

The water cascaded through my hair until it ran clean, and I got out of the shower and stood in front of the mirror to examine my head for a wound. There wasnt one. Not even a scratch.

Feeling dizzy and with my head throbbing, I got dressed and went to the staircase. Then I noticed blood on the carpet at the foot of the stairs. That triggered a flashback of my body lying motionless on the floor and the mysterious conversation.

Several voices engaged in deliberation, though I couldnt see anyone. At first, I was a silent listener, and then one voice asked me a question. I vaguely remember its wording, but the answer I gave remains vivid: No. I dont want to leave my children.

Another voice advised that there would be much suffering and pain in my life if I stayed, but my answer remained the same: I dont want to leave my son. And what about the baby Im carrying?

I sensed that all would be well with the children, then was told that if I remained, I would go into the enemys territory, although I wouldnt lose my salvation.

I need to be here for my children, I insisted. I dont want to go.

Once again, I found myself staring at the blood on the floor. What does it meanthat Ill go into the enemys territory?