The Demons Who Took Everything Away from Me.

My so-called friends used to say Terry you have a complete family. A good life, and a good job, I used to say God has blessed me, and by saying that some people or should I correctly say those demons were jealous.

Those were real demons who haunted me all my life. They used to go so far as to say Terry you had a better deal, and laugh at me. But they would say Terry why would you be hot-tempered, they would why are you lying to yourself that the past held no sway over the future. 

But in the end. They said that I was rewarded by my misdeeds, and that is why God took everything away from me my family and all, and unleashed me to suffer from now on. They said this life will follow you always Terry, no matter how much you do good. No matter how much I prayed to God they said. It clings on to me, infecting everyone that comes close to me. 

Those demons went out of the way to even say I was cursed they said.

The night my family was taken from me, it felt like the world had ripped itself apart. One moment, we were together—laughing, planning our future—and the next, they were gone. Stolen by something dark, something far more sinister than any human cruelty. It was as though a black cloud had descended upon my life, swallowing everything in its path. My home, job, and happiness vanished, consumed by this unseen force.

I had no name for what took them at first, only that it was evil. A pure, malevolent evil that worked silently in the shadows, leaving devastation in its path. In the days that followed, I fell into despair. I gave up hope, feeling as though I had been marked by something that would never let go. The demons—real demons—had taken everything from me. My wife, my children, the life I had built with my own hands. And worst of all, they had taken away any reason I had left to live.

The world became a blur of emptiness. People would ask, “Terry, what are you going to do now? Everything is gone. What’s left for you?” I had no answer. I never did. The voices that asked were not kind; they belonged to those demons, mocking me, taunting me, as if the agony they had already inflicted wasn’t enough. They wanted more. They wanted to see me broken, to see me crawling on the ground, a shell of the man I once was.

But then came that day. A day unlike any other. 

I had wandered, desperate for anything that would numb the pain. That was when something—no, someone—intervened. It was like the sky opened, and a faint but unmistakable light shone through. It wasn’t a voice, but a feeling. A message, a gift from God. A path forward. At that moment, something stirred in me, a semblance of hope. It wasn’t much, but it was enough. Enough to remind me that maybe, just maybe, my story wasn’t over yet. Maybe there was something more—something good still waiting to happen.

That’s when I realized: I wasn’t meant to just grieve in silence. I wasn’t alone, even though the darkness had tried to make me feel that way. God had given me an opportunity. An opportunity to rebuild, to start from nothing and craft something better than the shattered remains of my old life. It was a gift, a second chance.

But the demons—they weren’t done with me yet.

They returned as I slowly began to rebuild and piece together a new existence from the ashes. Stronger. Hungrier. They didn’t just take my family and my home—they wanted to take my new life as well. Every time I made progress, they would appear. In the dead of night, whispering in my ear, reminding me of everything I had lost. "Terry," they would hiss, "you’ll lose this too. You’ll fail again. We’ll make sure of it."

They stole from me. They killed every dream I dared to dream. Each small victory I achieved was snatched away before I could fully enjoy it. And every time, they laughed, those shadowy figures, as though my suffering was their sustenance.

"Terry, your everything is gone—what are you going to do now?" the demons would sneer, circling me like vultures waiting for me to fall.

For the longest time, I had no answer. What could I say? What could I do? I had already lost everything. What did I have left to fight with?

But something in me changed. I wasn’t the same broken man I had been when they first came for me. I wasn’t powerless anymore. I had survived what no man should have to endure, and still, I stood. God had given me that path, and the demons hadn’t taken it away. They had tried, but I was still walking it, no matter how hard they pushed back.

So, when they asked me again, "Are you going to come back and take what’s yours?" my answer was simple. I thought about it long and hard, and then I spoke.

"Well, I’m back."

I wasn’t just surviving anymore—I was fighting. With God on my side, those demons would either leave me alone or face the consequences. They had taken enough. They had stripped me of my family, my home, my job, and my dignity. But now? Now I was going to take back what was mine.

"With God beside me," I whispered into the darkness, "I will reclaim my life, no matter what it takes. You can’t have me anymore. I’m taking it all back."

And with that, I set out, determined. It wasn’t just a matter of survival anymore—it was a war. A war for my soul, my future, my life. I had lost so much, but the one thing those demons couldn’t steal from me was my faith. And with that, I would fight, not just for what was taken, but for everything I had yet to gain.

The demons thought they had defeated me. But now? Now, they would learn that I wasn’t the man they thought they could destroy. With God’s light guiding me, I would rise from the ashes. This time, the demons would lose.

The moral of the story:

That no matter how much darkness and evil take from you, as long as you hold onto hope and faith, you can rise again. Even when demons try to strip away everything, they cannot defeat the strength of the human spirit when guided by purpose and belief in a higher power. True resilience comes not from avoiding hardship but from facing it head-on and reclaiming your life, no matter the odds.

God is with me... 

Thank you, God.

Thank you, Lord Jesus Christ...

Amen...

Jacob M