Thoughts are bold and daring things as well as strong and persistent. Like armed men, they force themselves into the mind, The keep up a din and chatter straining the nerves and chilling the heart. Fear dashes into the mind and holds us fast. Anxiety and nervousness appear and drive off rest and keep one sleepless all night long for nothing. Doubt is let in and allowed to speak blowing out every light,and filling the room with darkness. Trouble, many faced, many handed, will fill the mind, and stay all day, and return in the morning by the time you open your eyes. Cares weighing a thousand pounds each, come to unload in the room. Old self, under Gods judgment, and refusing to die, wants to stay on hand all the time. It wants the best chair in the mind and the most attention although it is a most unwholesome visitor. It has been deposed by God and is under His everlasting curse, and yet wants to lurk around all the time. All these things will harass and possess and occupy and claim all the attention of the mind, if allowed . Throw them out and they get right up and come in again. Lock the door and everyone seems to have the master key.

The blood of Jesus was my deliverance.When my eyes first opened from sleep these thoughts of the past, present and future were on hand to torment me, I was helpless. I knew not what to do with them. Then the Lord showed me that door in Egypt with the blood sprinkled over and around it. (Exodus 12:21) into which no evil , tormenting spirit would come, I was just simply to be willing to commit my mind unto Him in helplessness and then to claim and believe and see the blood of Christ over and around it, just like that door, on the house in Egypt. It was a new and blessed thought to me. I did so , I said, the blood is over the door. The world is dead to me and I am dead to the world, You cannot enter under the blood, they backed off. Again and again they would come, But I simply pointed to the blood over the door of my mind. I thought on the blood whenever they come and soon their power was gone and they ceased their visitation,my mind had rest as I committed all to God and thought on the blood.

Thoughts are bold and daring things as well as strong and persistent. Like armed men, they force themselves into the mind, The keep up a din and chatter straining the nerves and chilling the heart. Fear dashes into the mind and holds us fast. Anxiety and nervousness appear and drive off rest and keep one sleepless all night long for nothing. Doubt is let in and allowed to speak blowing out every light,and filling the room with darkness. Trouble, many faced, many handed, will fill the mind, and stay all day, and return in the morning by the time you open your eyes. Cares weighing a thousand pounds each, come to unload in the room. Old self, under Gods judgment, and refusing to die, wants to stay on hand all the time. It wants the best chair in the mind and the most attention although it is a most unwholesome visitor. It has been deposed by God and is under His everlasting curse, and yet wants to lurk around all the time. All these things will harass and possess and occupy and claim all the attention of the mind, if allowed . Throw them out and they get right up and come in again. Lock the door and everyone seems to have the master key.

The blood of Jesus was my deliverance.When my eyes first opened from sleep these thoughts of the past, present and future were on hand to torment me, I was helpless. I knew not what to do with them. Then the Lord showed me that door in Egypt with the blood sprinkled over and around it. (Exodus 12:21) into which no evil , tormenting spirit would come, I was just simply to be willing to commit my mind unto Him in helplessness and then to claim and believe and see the blood of Christ over and around it, just like that door, on the house in Egypt. It was a new and blessed thought to me. I did so , I said, the blood is over the door. The world is dead to me and I am dead to the world, You cannot enter under the blood, they backed off. Again and again they would come, But I simply pointed to the blood over the door of my mind. I thought on the blood whenever they come and soon their power was gone and they ceased their visitation,my mind had rest as I committed all to God and thought on the blood.