祂释放了我

引言

我认识主以前的小半生，从记事起就活在两种“捆绑”里：一种，是我亲眼看见的——鬼附在人身上，扭曲她的身体，撕扯她的灵魂；另一种，是我亲身感受的——爱，似乎从来与我无关。

但后来我遇见了那位真正能释放人的主。祂不仅赶出看得见的群鬼，也医治了看不见的伤痕。如今我敢说：黑暗是真实的，但光更真实；爱的匮乏是真的，但爱的源头更是真的。

一、童年的两个世界

我出生在农村，家里穷得连纯粹的白米饭都吃不上，总要掺些玉米包谷饭。牛奶是没见过的，水果只有村里当季偶尔结的那几颗。衣服补了又补，鞋子常破着洞。小学一年级时，因为鞋头和裤膝的破洞，我连站到队列前面的勇气都没有。

比贫穷更沉重的，是家中的冷漠。母亲身体虚弱，干不了重活，又与父亲常年争吵打架，婆媳关系也紧张。于是，她把所有怨气都泼在我身上——打骂是家常便饭，最狠的一次，她竟把我打得头破血流。我从小就认定：她不爱我。无论生活还是精神上，我都感受不到一丝温暖。

而在我身边，还有另一个更诡秘的世界。奶奶有交鬼的习气，家里一遇事，便带上我同去。我大妈家更是明明白白地“住着一群鬼”——从我记事起，她便会突然发作：眼睛斜扯、嘴歪、浑身抽搐、唾沫横飞，整个人像被什么力量拽住，完全失去自主。乡下人用尽了送鬼、烧纸、“请仙”的法子，可她的病反倒越来越频繁、越来越凶猛。

我站在一旁，年幼的心里生出一个冰冷的笃定：那些脏东西，是真的。而爱，似乎是假的。

二、遇见真光，认清敌友

后来我信了耶稣（详见5月圣餐主日分享的见证）。那一刻，我仿佛被一道光照亮，才恍然大悟——原来这世上只有那一位能叫群鬼俯首，也只有祂能填补爱的空洞。我开始明白，母亲不是不爱我，而是她自己从未被爱过，所以她给不出爱。而我从小经历的那些情绪——敏感又自卑，好强又脆弱——不是我的错，是曾经破碎的生命在我里面留下的裂痕。

信主之后，我一边读经祷告，一边慢慢学习接纳那个不完美的自己。神没有一夜之间挪走我的伤痛，却在十多年里，借着一个个环境、一句句经文，一点一点地缠裹我的伤口。祂让我先尝到爱的滋味，然后给我能力去爱别人。

也是从那时起，我心中燃起一个负担：要把福音带给我的大妈——那个被群鬼捆绑了几十年的人。正如罗马书 1:16 所说：“这福音本是神的大能，要救一切相信的。”我信，这大能也足以救她。

三、第一次为大妈代祷：正午的争战

有一年回老家，我决定用《福音桥》向大妈传福音。那天正午，日头毒辣，我坐在院子里，一字一句读给她听。她始终沉默，只是静静坐着，像一个被压得太久的人，终于听见了不一样的声音。

开始时，我浑身发热，心里满有力量。可等我读完整本小册子，问她感受时，她竟说：“别的我不知道……只觉得身上本来是冰的，现在热了。”

而我呢？恰恰相反——起初的热，变成了刺骨的冰冷。那股寒意不是风吹的，却像是从骨头里渗出来的。我赶紧跑回房间，跪下来迫切祷告，足足半个钟头，身体才慢慢回暖。

我转身对大妈说：“只有信耶稣基督，这些鬼才会真正出去。”但也把话说在前头：“你若信了，就不能再回头拜那些了。”

她沉默了很久，最后只回了一句：“我做不到。”

她没有选择那条路。我不强求，但那天起，我把她放在每天的祷告里，一年又一年，从未间断。

四、第二次为大妈代祷：

一次转身，一场得胜

奇妙的是，这些年下来，大妈的发病竟渐渐少了，轻了。但真正的翻转，发生在几年后的一个夜晚。

那天我家请客吃饭，大妈却迟迟没进来。我出去寻她，见她歪倒在一张椅子上，整个人像被抽空了力气，斜靠着，连抬手都困难。

那一瞬间，我没有热泪盈眶，也没有“热乎乎”的特别感动。心里只有一个安静的催促：该祷告了。于是我就站在她身旁，奉耶稣基督的名，命令那鬼离开，求神医治她。祷告完，我便转身回屋子继续忙活——没看见异象，没听见声音，只是信了，就走了。

正如马可福音 9:29 所说：“非用祷告，这一类的鬼总不能出来。”但那晚，我只是顺服着祷告，就把结果交给了主。

等我下一次再回去，已是许久以后，大妈竟主动拉住我，说起那晚的事：“你那天为我祷告完，前脚刚走，后脚我就整个人清醒过来，立刻能起来煮饭、干活。连帮工的人都讲，只要我发病，叫你回来祷告就好了。”

从那以后，我再没听过她发病。一次都没有。

主耶稣在路加福音 10:19 说：“我已经给你们权柄可以践踏蛇和蝎子，又胜过仇敌一切的能力，断没有什么能害你们。”我亲身见证了这话。

五、爱的源头，最终也流进我心里

回头看，大妈的释放固然是神的大能，可我自己的释放，同样真实。那些年被母亲打骂的伤口、贫穷带来的羞耻、内心翻腾的自卑与好强，主没有忽略。祂借着代祷、读经、团契，甚至借着为大妈争战的过程，一点一点地拆掉我里面坚固的营垒。

我终于能坦然地说：母亲给不出的爱，天父给了我；我缺乏的接纳，基督用祂的宝血覆盖了。如今，我不再是那个不敢站到队列前面的小女孩，而是敢奉主名斥退黑暗的战士；也不再是那个怨恨母亲的孩子，而是能体会她的软弱、为她祷告的女儿。

约翰一书 4:18 说：“爱里没有惧怕；爱既完全，就把惧怕除去。”这爱，如今成了我的立足之地。

六、争战仍在继续，得胜却已确定

然而，信主这些年，我也慢慢体会：一次性的得胜固然真实，但生命的成长更多是日积月累的功课。神有绝对的主权，祂让一些事立时成就，也让另一些事历久成全，一切都在祂的旨意之中。有些时候，祂的恩典让我们看见鲜明的果效；另一些时候，祂也借着忍耐和等候，将我们熬炼得更像祂。

雅各书 1:2-4 说：“我的弟兄们，你们落在百般试炼中，都要以为大喜乐；因为知道你们的信心经过试验，就生忍耐。但忍耐也当成功，使你们成全、完备，毫无缺欠。”这段话，成了那段日子里的锚。

前段时间小产之后，我经历过身体和信心上的软弱，也偶有负面思绪掠过。但感谢主，那些不属于主的意念，在我里面停留得越来越短、分量越来越轻。神的得胜是真实的，祂让我一次又一次经历属灵争战中祂为我得胜，也因此让我生发更深的信心，敢于为祂作见证。

七、异乡的新战场：

推拿室里的争战与得胜

我们一家从墨尔本搬来珀斯以后，罗瑞继续做木工；我为了补足家庭的供应，尝试过不同工作——滴滴司机和一些力所能及的体力工作，在每一份劳碌中，都无数次经历主耶稣事无巨细的看顾。即便是我现在从事的推拿师工作，也充满历久弥新的恩典，让我深深确信：无论身处何境，靠着主耶稣基督圣洁的名，我们就有力量胜过一切黑暗。

举个例子：前几天（9月3日）早上，我刚上班，照常为一位客人做九十分钟的推拿。这工作虽需体力，但对我这个从小操持重活的人来说不算什么，何况做了这么久，早已驾轻就熟。

然而做到一半时，一种极不舒服的感觉骤然袭来——胸口像被什么攥住，呼吸困难，两手发抖，全身冒汗，甚至有要呕吐的冲动。我心里一紧：后面还有另一位客人预约着。当下决定，先去洗手间祷告，再请经理另作安排。

我示意同事接替，刻不容缓地冲到洗手间，立即跪在地上呼求主。那一刻头脑几乎是空白的，根本来不及整理思绪，只能本能地喊：“主耶稣，救我！我需要祢帮助！”就这样连喊了三次，随即开始长长的、无法自控的呃逆。腹中的堵胀感随着呃逆越发强烈，直到打出一个长嗝，整个人像被松开了一般，顿时清爽过来。

我回到工位，顺利地完成了第二位客人的推拿，先前的不适再未出现。

事后回想，我无法确知那不适从何而来——或许是身体的疲惫，或许是属灵的搅扰或者工作中不慎沾染的不洁。但我知道：当我呼求祂的名，祂便应允。正如雅各书 4:7 所说：“你们要顺服神。务要抵挡魔鬼，魔鬼就必离开你们逃跑了。”祂的名就是我们的盾牌。哪怕我们只有芥菜种那么大的信心，祂仍容许我们靠着祂的名立刻得洁净、得医治，因为祂从来就是那位得胜的主。

结语

我所信的，不是一套道理，而是一位活着的救主。

祂能赶出看得见的群鬼，也能医治看不见的伤痕。

魔鬼是真实的，我曾亲眼见过；

爱的匮乏也是真实的，我曾亲身熬过。

但耶稣基督的权柄更真实，祂的恩典更浩大。

如今我成为祂的管道——让流进来的爱，也能流出去；

让经历的释放，也成为别人的盼望。

若你也活在黑暗或干涸中，请记得：

那捆绑是真的，但释放，也是真的；并且释放已经胜过了捆绑。

哥林多后书 2:14：“感谢神，常率领我们在基督里夸胜，并借着我们在各处显扬那因认识基督而有的香气。”愿这香气，也借着这篇见证，传到每一个需要释放的人心里。

阿们。

He Set Me Free

Out of Darkness, Let Love Flow

v  Kayla

Prelude

For the first half of my life—before I knew the Lord—I lived in two kinds of bondage for as long as I can remember. One I saw with my own eyes: demons twisting my aunt's body and tormenting her soul. The other I felt in my own bones: love seemed to have nothing to do with me.

But then I met the One who truly sets people free. He not only drove out visible legions of demons; He also healed invisible wounds. Today I can say with certainty: darkness is real, but the Light is more real. The lack of love is real, but the Source of love is even more real.

I. Two Worlds in Childhood

I was born in a rural village, so poor that we couldn't even afford plain white rice—we always had to mix it with cornmeal. Milk was something I never had; fruit was whatever happened to grow on the few trees in the village during the season. My clothes were patched over and over, and my shoes often had holes in them. When I was in Year 1, I didn't even have the courage to stand at the front of the line because of the holes in my shoes and the tears in my knees.

Heavier than poverty, though, was the coldness at home. My mother was frail and couldn't do heavy work, and she fought constantly with my father—both verbally and physically. Her relationship with my grandmother was tense as well. So she poured all her resentment onto me. Beatings and scoldings were routine. On the worst occasion, she beat me so badly that my head was bleeding.

From childhood, I was convinced that she didn't love me. In both life and spirit, I felt not a shred of warmth.

But beside me was another, more sinister world. My grandmother had a habit of dabbling in the occult; whenever something happened in the family, she would take me along. And in my aunt's house, it seemed plain to me that "a group of demons" lived there.

From my earliest memories, my aunt would suddenly have episodes: her eyes would roll sideways, her mouth would twist, her whole body would convulse, and foam would come from her lips. She seemed completely seized by some force, utterly helpless. The villagers tried everything—exorcism rituals, burning paper offerings, calling in spirit mediums—but her condition only became more frequent and more violent.

Standing there, a cold certainty settled in my young heart: those evil things are real. And love? Love seemed like a lie.

II. Meeting the True Light, Knowing Friend from Foe

Then I came to believe in Jesus, as per my earlier testimony shared on the Holy Communion Sunday in May 2026. In that moment, it was as if a light shone on me, and I suddenly understood: there is only One who can make a legion of demons bow down, and only He can fill the void of love.

I began to realise that my mother didn't simply choose not to love me; rather, she had never experienced love herself, and so she had very little to give. And all the emotions I had carried since childhood—sensitivity, inferiority, a fierce stubbornness mixed with fragility—were not my fault. They were cracks left in me by brokenness.

After I came to believe, I prayed and read the Scriptures, and slowly learned to accept my imperfect self. God didn't remove my pain overnight. But over more than a decade, through one circumstance after another and verse after verse, He bound up my wounds little by little. He let me experience His love first—and only then gave me the ability to love others.

From that time, a burden grew in my heart: to bring the gospel to my aunt, who had been bound by these things for decades. As Romans 1:16 says, "For I am not ashamed of the gospel, because it is the power of God that brings salvation to everyone who believes." I believed that this power was sufficient to save her too.

III. First Intercession for My Aunt: A Noonday Battle

One year, when I returned to my hometown, I decided to share the gospel with her using the ‘Gospel Bridge’ booklet. It was a blazing hot noon, and I sat in the courtyard, reading it to her phrase by phrase.

She remained silent the whole time, simply sitting there—like someone who had been crushed for too long and was finally hearing a different voice.

At first, my whole body felt warm, and I was full of strength. But when I finished the booklet and asked her how she felt, she said, "I don't know about anything else... but I felt cold before, and now I feel warm."

As for me, it was the opposite. The warmth I had felt turned into a bone-piercing cold. That chill wasn't from the wind; it seemed to seep from my very marrow. I hurried back to my room, knelt down, and prayed earnestly. It took a full half hour before my body slowly warmed again.

I turned to my aunt and said, "Only by believing in Jesus Christ can these demons truly leave." But I also warned her, "If you believe, you can't go back to worshiping those things."

She was silent for a long time and finally answered, "I can't do it."

She didn't choose that path. I didn't force her. But from that day on, I held her in my daily prayers—year after year, without ceasing.

IV. Second Intercession: One Prayer, One Victory

Strangely, over the years, her episodes gradually became less frequent and less severe. But the real turning point came one night, years later.

We were having guests for dinner, but my aunt hadn't come inside. I went out to look for her and found her slumped in a chair—drained of all strength, leaning sideways, unable even to lift her hand.

In that instant, I didn't feel tears welling up, nor did I experience any special ‘warm’ emotion. There was only a quiet prompting in my heart: It's time to pray.

So I stood beside her and, in the name of Jesus Christ, commanded the demon to leave and asked God to heal her. After praying, I simply turned and went back inside to continue what I was doing—no vision, no voice, just faith. Then I walked away.

As Mark 9:29 says, "This kind can come out only by prayer." That night, I simply prayed in obedience and left the outcome with the Lord.

When I returned my hometown again after a long absence, my aunt took the initiative to tell me what had happened that night.

"Right after you prayed for me," she said, "the moment you turned and left, I became completely clear-headed and was able to get up, cook, and work. Even the hired helpers said, 'Whenever you have an episode, just call her to come and pray for you.'"

From then on, I have never heard of her having another attack. Not even once.

As Jesus said in Luke 10:19, "I have given you authority to trample on snakes and scorpions and to overcome all the power of the enemy; nothing will harm you." I personally witnessed the Lord's power at work.

V. The Source of Love Eventually

Flowed into My Heart

Looking back, my aunt's deliverance was certainly God's power—but my own deliverance was just as real. The wounds from my mother's beatings, the shame of poverty, the churning feelings of inferiority and fierce pride inside me—the Lord didn't overlook any of it.

Through prayer, Bible reading, fellowship, and even through the process of praying and contending for my aunt, He tore down the strongholds in my heart, piece by piece.

Now I can say honestly: the love my mother couldn't give me, my Father in heaven gave me; the acceptance I lacked, Christ covered with His blood.

Today, I am no longer that little girl afraid to stand at the front of the line. I am a warrior who dares to stand against darkness in the Lord's name. And I am no longer a child who resents her mother. I am a daughter who can understand her weakness and pray for her.

As 1 John 4:18 says, "There is no fear in love. But perfect love drives out fear." That love has now become my firm foundation.

VI. The Battle Continues,

but the Victory Is Already Won

Yet over these years of following the Lord, I've also learned that a one-time victory is real, but spiritual growth is often a daily, cumulative discipline.

God has absolute sovereignty. He brings some things to pass immediately and others over time, all according to His will. Sometimes His grace allows us to see clear results; other times, He uses patience and waiting to refine us and make us more like Him.

James 1:2-4 says, "Consider it pure joy, my brothers and sisters, whenever you face trials of many kinds, because you know that the testing of your faith produces perseverance. Let perseverance finish its work so that you may be mature and complete, not lacking anything." These verses became an anchor for me during that season.

After a miscarriage some time ago, I went through physical weakness and a wavering faith, and occasional negative thoughts crossed my mind. But thank God, those thoughts that did not come from Him became shorter-lived and lighter in my spirit each time.

God's victory is real. Again and again, He has allowed me to experience His triumph in spiritual warfare, and in turn, that has deepened my faith and given me greater boldness to testify for Him.

VII. A New Battlefield in a Foreign Land:

War and Victory in the Massage Room

After our family moved from Melbourne to Perth, Luo Rui continued working as a carpenter, while I took on various jobs to supplement our household income—including driving for DiDi and doing whatever physical work I was able to manage.

In every bit of toil, I experienced the Lord's meticulous care countless times. Even my current work as a massage therapist is filled with fresh experiences of His grace, convincing me more than ever that, no matter what situation we are in, we can find strength in the holy name of the Lord Jesus Christ to overcome darkness.

Take this example. A few days ago, on September 3, as soon as I started my shift, I was assigned to give a 90-minute massage. The work requires physical strength, but for someone like me who has done heavy labour since childhood, it isn't a big deal. And after doing this work for so long, I'm quite experienced.

About halfway through, however, an extremely unpleasant sensation suddenly hit me. My chest felt as if something were squeezing it. I could hardly breathe. My hands trembled, I broke out in a cold sweat, and I even felt like throwing up.

My heart tightened because there was another client booked after this one. I decided right then to go to the restroom to pray first and then ask the manager to make other arrangements.

I signaled to a colleague to take over, rushed to the restroom without a moment's delay, and immediately knelt down and called out to the Lord.

My mind was nearly blank at that point. I didn't have time to gather my thoughts; I could only cry out instinctively, "Lord Jesus, save me! I need Your help!"

I called out three times like that. Then a long, uncontrollable series of hiccups started. The bloating sensation in my stomach grew stronger with each hiccup, until finally I let out a long belch. It felt as though something had been unclenched inside me, and I was instantly clear-headed and refreshed.

I returned to my station and completed the second client's massage without any trouble. The earlier discomfort never returned.

Afterward, I couldn't pinpoint exactly what had caused it. Maybe it was physical exhaustion. Maybe it was spiritual harassment. Or perhaps it was some spiritual impurity I might have inadvertently encountered through my work.

But one thing I know: when I called on His name, He answered.

As James 4:7 says, "Submit yourselves, then, to God. Resist the devil, and he will flee from you." His name is our shield.

Even when our faith feels as small as a mustard seed, we can still call upon Him and trust Him to cleanse, strengthen, and restore us. He is, and always has been, the victorious One.

Epilogue

What I believe is not merely a set of doctrines, but a living Saviour.

He can drive out visible demons and heal invisible wounds.

Demons are real—I have seen what I believe to be their work with my own eyes.

The lack of love is real—I have endured its pain in my own flesh.

But the authority of Jesus Christ is greater, and His grace is far greater still.

Now I have become His channel—letting the love that flows into me also flow out to others;

letting the deliverance I have experienced become a source of hope for others.

If you, too, are living in darkness or spiritual dryness, remember this:

The bondage is real—but so is deliverance. And in Christ, deliverance has already overcome bondage.

As 2 Corinthians 2:14 says, "But thanks be to God, who always leads us as captives in Christ's triumphal procession and uses us to spread the aroma of the knowledge of him everywhere."

May that aroma—through this testimony—reach every heart that needs to be set free.

Amen.