The Great Deception: To Fight or Not To Fight

I am the second oldest of seven children. I was conceived in Rochester, New York. My daddy, Earnest Eugene Roberts, was on his dying bed when he told my mother Mary Frances Moore that she was pregnant with me. He died at Highlander Hospital in February 1959 in New York. I was born in October of that same year he died. I never knew much about him, and I only saw him in an old photograph that my aunt Gladys Roberts had given to my mother. To my knowledge, this is the reason why God has given me the gift to cure the thrash in babies because I had never seen my dad alive. Mrs. Rose Farmer called me over to her house one afternoon while I was walking home from school. She told me that I can cure the thrash because I had never seen my father. She wanted me to cure the thrash in her granddaughter, and she told me what I needed to do. We were living in Patterson, GA at that time. I retired from work under medical care because that attack from the enemy in October 1999 was so severe that I didn't think that I was going to be right again, but God. If I had listened to God, it wouldn't have happened. God told me to pray, and I didn't. That's when the spirit of witchcraft attacked me, I was at work when this took place. While I was retired, for 2 years I didn't do much of anything. I got sick and tired of being sick and tired of doing nothing, so I decided to go back to college. I was so used to going to work that it was hard staying home doing nothing. I have a college degree in electronics technology-communication technology with a grade point average of 3.3. It is about how to fight in spiritual warfare, and how God delivered me from the spirit of witchcraft. My cousin Dianne with her great faith in God while on her deathbed, and my daughter.