Rescue, Redemption, and Unseen Protection

Before I was saved, I spent over ten years not going outside—not even to the store or to take out the trash. Maybe I’d go out for Thanksgiving or Christmas, but even that was rare. I spent up to 20 hours a day gaming, especially after the internet was turned off and I had to rely on my phone.

During this time, I had deep thoughts of ending my life. No one in my life knew. I also had disturbing, demonic thoughts of hurting my own family. Then one day, I came across a four-hour video about the Book of Enoch. I normally had a short attention span, but for some reason, I kept watching. I started to cry, and that’s when I began to fear God—or as I now call Him, YAH.

That moment led me to pick up a Bible and ask God to guide me, because I was completely lost. From there, my life began to change. I slowly stopped cussing and lying. It’s still a daily battle, but I keep fighting.

I want to share something that happened on June 6, 2021—a Sabbath day I’ll never forget. My mom and I went out early to walk the dog since my sister had gone to Puerto Rico. As we crossed the street, we heard two loud pops. We thought it was just fireworks—they’re common in our neighborhood around that time of year.

But then we heard more popping sounds, and they were getting closer. It was gunfire.

We ducked for cover. I was terrified, and I could see the fear on my mom’s face too. Then something came over me and I just started praying. I called out in Yeshua’s name, and while I was praying, I felt something shift. The ground seemed to shake, and I heard what sounded like a small army of footsteps rushing past us.

After I finished praying, the gunfire stopped. I opened my eyes, and the fear I had was completely gone. It was replaced with this bubble of happiness. That’s the only way I can describe it. It felt like—even if someone had a knife or gun to me—I’d be okay. I felt this shield, a kind of hedge of protection around us.

When we got home, I asked my mom if she saw anyone else around us. She didn’t—but she also heard the footsteps and voices. We looked out the window and saw the police blocking off the street, searching the area for bullet casings.

Later, when my sister returned from Puerto Rico, the neighbor told her they had camera footage. According to that footage, there were only two shooters.

So who did those footsteps belong to?

We truly believe Yeshua sent angels to protect us that day. And I just wanted to share that with all of you

-Angel O.

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