He Doesn’t Decorate. He Digs.

I went into my deliverance session a few days ago thinking I knew what we were dealing with.

I am still processing a lot of it, and won’t be sharing all of it. But you all know I love to be vulnerable for the good of others.

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I had assumed the session would center around areas of sexual brokenness, patterns I had worked through for years, layers I thought I understood.

And some of it did.

But what surprised me was how precise Jesus was.

He wasn’t interested in trimming behavior.

He was after origin.

And yes, some demons got kicked out— but that’s not the part of the story that I want to share.

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This is the part of the session I want to share:

At one point, we asked Holy Spirit to show me where a lie had formed.

There was a memory that surfaced from when I was four years old.

I don’t know if it was historically precise. I don’t consciously remember it outside of that moment.

But it is what surfaced in prayer.

I saw myself on the floor while my parents were arguing and yelling. It felt chaotic. Loud. Overwhelming.

And in that moment — whether it was the first time or one of many — something formed:

I’m not safe.

I’m helpless.

What stunned me later was this:

The room that surfaced in that memory was the same room where I first remember early sexualization attaching to my story. Patterns that began far younger than I understood. Patterns that followed me for decades and shaped parts of my identity in ways I could never quite untangle.

The people praying with me did not know that.

I had not consciously connected that.

But Jesus did.

He went straight to the root.

As we prayed, I first saw the memory exactly as it was.

Nothing softened.

Nothing dramatized.

And then I became aware of Jesus in the room.

He wasn’t distant.

He was there.

I looked around and saw Him.

And He invited little me to get behind Him.

Not forced.

Not theatrical.

Invited.

And I did.

I stepped behind Him.

The yelling didn’t stop.

The scene didn’t disappear.

But instead of me absorbing the chaos, Jesus took the weight of it.

He shielded me.

And the memory changed.

It is still the same room.

The same event.

But when I think about it now, it does not carry chaos.

It carries peace.

The helplessness that had attached itself to that moment is gone.

Gone.

I can’t fully explain how that works.

I just know it did.

The next morning I woke up feeling so… different.

Not emotional.

Not euphoric.

Not warm and fuzzy.

Just… new.

The low-grade bracing I had lived with for years wasn’t there.

The subtle sense of exposure underneath everything — gone.

And what He redeemed in that moment was bigger than one feeling.

It untangled roots I didn’t even know were connected.

Here is what became solid for me in that session:

Jesus is LIGHTYEARS more powerful than the kingdom of darkness.

Not symbolically.

Actually.

His mere presence alone terrifies them.

There is a difference between harassment and access.

There is a difference between torment and agreement.

There were places where I had agreed with lies. Places where wounds and disobedience had opened doors. And releasing those agreements was not easy.

Surrender is hard.

Obedience is hard.

Letting go is hard.

But when the agreement was broken, the authority of Jesus was simple and absolute.

There was no yelling.

No theatrics.

Demons do not need to be screamed at.

Authority is not volume.

Authority is position.

And Jesus does not struggle to exercise it.

What also struck me is this:

I do root work for a living.

I help people trace patterns and origins.

And yet there were places in my own story I had never connected.

The Holy Spirit knew exactly where to dig.

We need Him.

We cannot excavate ourselves.

And we need other believers — steady, grounded, agreeing with Jesus — to stand with us.

For years I believed Jesus could redeem the past.

After this, I believe something even stronger.

I believe He can step into it.

Because He is not bound by time the way we are.

Because He is Alpha and Omega.

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When I read Redeeming Your Timeline by Troy Brewer (highly recommend), I believed it was powerful theology.

Now it is personal.

I believe He can alter the spiritual impact of a moment.

Not erase history.

But strip it of its power.

Change what it carries.

Change what it speaks.

Change how it lives inside you.

And when I say He can do anything —

I mean it.

There is no pit too deep.

No story too dark.

No fracture too hidden.

No pattern too entrenched.

He is above time.

He is above darkness.

He is above your past.

And if He can step into a four-year-old memory and replace chaos with peace —

He can step into yours too.

Let him peel back the onion!