The first Saturday of the prayer campaign finally arrived. The family gathered at my house.
We met in the living room, and Klaus spoke first.
"The purpose of this campaign is to thank God. The Lord is saying He wants greater unity in this family. He wants us to call one another from time to time and simply ask, 'How are you?' He wants you to grow closer, to talk more, because you are together for a reason. It's not by chance."
We looked at each other, and Klaus continued.
"We'll also pray for the deliverance of this home and for the blessings each of us is seeking from the Lord."
We went into my bedroom and recited Psalm 91.
Then Klaus began the deliverance prayer.
"I'll leave, but I'll come back," the specter told him.
"God says you are leaving, and you will never return," Klaus replied.
I asked Klaus to pray for Victor, my oldest son. We had argued the day before. In the spiritual realm, the area occupied by the specter included his bed, and I believed it had been influencing his mind and behavior. He had become more aggressive toward me.
We went into his room.
"Victor and Ana, hold hands," Klaus said.
Then he prayed.
"Lord, let there be unity between this mother and her son. Bring peace and blessings to this family. In the name of Jesus, may all evil leave these lives and this home. May Your angels camp around them and protect them. Amen."
"Thank you for the prayer, brother."
"Ana, you often wonder whether you failed in Victor's upbringing. The Lord is saying that you did not fail. You did everything right. He wants you to be at peace."
My eyes filled with tears. I had questioned myself so many times.
We embraced and cried together.
Victor's expression softened. He looked at me with happiness in his eyes.
Later, the whole family formed a large circle in the living room. Holding hands, we prayed for each member of the family.
Those who felt they had wronged someone asked for forgiveness, and forgiveness was freely given.
We prayed for unity and protection and thanked God for His blessings.
Then we hugged one another and exchanged kisses.
Tears began to flow.
"I dedicate myself, I pray, I cast them out, and still they won't leave this house," I confessed, frustrated.
"The Lord is saying you must cast them out with authority! 'Leave, in the name of Jesus!' With authority. Do you understand?" Klaus replied.
"Yes, I understand. I'll do that."
We ended the gathering with afternoon coffee.
We laughed together, reminiscing about childhood memories.
Everyone returned home feeling peaceful and well.
Throughout the week, I still sensed them watching me from a distance, but they no longer disturbed me.
I was recovering well from the surgery.
One morning, my mother arrived, and I asked her to pray for me.
"The Lord told me to read John 14, verses 6 through 28," she said, holding her Bible.
I sat on the couch while she stood before me and began reading.
"Jesus answered, 'I am the way and the truth and the life. No one comes to the Father except through Me. Have I been with you so long, and still you do not know Me?'"
For the first time, I felt the presence of Jesus.
I began to cry and asked His forgiveness for all my weaknesses.
"Do you not believe that I am in the Father and the Father is in Me? The words I say to you I do not speak on My own authority. Rather, it is the Father, living in Me, who is doing His work."
Then, in a vision, the light of Jesus appeared behind my mother.
It was radiant.
Powerful.
Resplendent.
Jesus is real.
He is a spirit.
He came to us.
Tears streamed down my face.
A peace so profound filled my heart that it overflowed.
"...If you ask anything in My name, I will do it."
I asked that His will be done in my life.
I wanted to draw closer to Him.
Closer to God.
"But the Helper, the Holy Spirit, whom the Father will send in My name, will teach you all things and remind you of everything I have told you. Peace I leave with you; My peace I give you. I do not give to you as the world gives. Do not let your hearts be troubled."
"I don't know why God gave you this passage," my mother said. "I asked Him, and He answered, 'This is the word I have for her, My daughter.'"
I said nothing.
I was embarrassed to admit that I had always thought Jesus was merely a character from a story, like Moses or Joshua.
A legend.
"This message spoke deeply to me, Mom. Thank you."
We talked for a while, and then she left.
I kept thinking about it.
Now I knew His name: Jesus.
So He is the way.
By calling upon Him, He can send angels to deliver us from evil.
That's it.
I went into my bedroom, placed my hands on the wardrobe, and focused on the light of Jesus and the peace He had given me.
"Jesus, forgive me for all my sins. I know I am small, but Your mercy is great. Thank You for watching over us, for hearing us, and for protecting us. Thank You for coming here. Please, Lord, remove this demon from my room and from my life," I confessed through tears.
Then, with the authority Jesus had given me, I continued:
"Leave now, demon! Go and never return! Leave this place, every legion! All of you, be gone in the name of Jesus! Lord, send Your angels to break every chain of evil. Let there be peace. Amen."
An immense sense of relief washed over me.
At last, they were gone.
I felt calm.
Serene.
Thank You, Jesus.
The second Saturday of the campaign arrived.
We formed our circle, prayed together, and each person shared the events of the week.
I joyfully told everyone that I had found Jesus, that the specter had not appeared again, and that I was finally free and happy.
Then Klaus spoke.
"The Lord is saying that each one of us will receive a special blessing in the coming months. He knows the desire of every heart."
"It's been years since this family gathered like this. I thank God for giving us the opportunity to be together again," I declared on one of the happiest days of my life.
On the third Saturday, we brought the campaign to a close.
In the living room, hand in hand, we prayed the Lord's Prayer.
Afterward, each person spoke from the heart.
We thanked God for allowing us to be together.
We finished the afternoon with barbecue, cakes, and ice cream.
We laughed loudly, embraced one another, and talked happily for hours.
The mindset that had prevailed in our family—I won't say anything. I'll deal with it myself so I don't bother anyone—had slowly driven us apart.
There came a time when we felt like strangers.
After this campaign, we began sharing our struggles, discussing solutions, and understanding one another more deeply.
And because we understood one another better, we were finally able to help one another.
At last, love, unity, and compassion were born within this family.
Sometimes, what seems like evil arrives carrying a greater good behind it.