Coming from church, she took her usual route home. Same road. Same steps. But something was different the enemy had set a trap. A tragic ambush was waiting.
Suddenly, from the shadows of the night, they came. Predators. Robbers. Surrounding her like wolves, they dragged her, pushing from every side. Then came the screwdrivers—stab after stab, over 10 times.
But here’s the strange part:
Not a single mark. Not a single scratch.
She felt every hit, every jab, but her skin? Untouched. And even after they tried drugging her… nothing worked.
She got home shaken but safe. That’s when she remembered the mantle she had received during the service, tucked inside her pocket the whole time.
The following Sunday, she attended the healing session. The vessel of God, Prophet Uebert Angel, prayed for her, and even the lingering pain left her body instantly.
Not only was she preserved, she was completely healed.
What the enemy meant for evil, God reversed for glory.
Praise God. Praise Jesus. He still delivers.
As the Word reminds us in 1 Peter 5:8 (KJV):
“Be sober, be vigilant; because your adversary the devil, as a roaring lion, walketh about, seeking whom he may devour.”
The devil came looking to devour, but he came too late. God said, “Not today.”
The mantle didn’t protect her, God did. The mantle was a faith booster, a symbol. But the Power? That’s Jesus.
He is alive. He is willing. And He is able.
You just have to let Him in.
