A 15 year old Muslim girl who is in her freshman year at our school, Fatuma is quiet, sweet, and cooperative. She loves netball and games. She is quiet because her English is not yet so good. She is also demon harassed.

These last two weeks, many quiet early mornings have been broken by the sounds of frantic screaming from the girls’ freshman dorms. Fatuma falls into trances where she sees a relative coming to kill her with machetes. She falls to the floor unable to move. She is unresponsive to anything but intercessory prayer. She screams and screams and screams. The other girls run from the dorms where they sing praise songs and huddle in fear.

But by now we’re fighting back. Fighting, because we’re no longer annoyed with the devil, we’re plain fightin’ ANGRY. Depression, apathy, violence, sickness, inability to pray . . . . .the devil has been mighty busy here in Bundibugyo, working against us all. And we’ve just about HAD it. So Eunice, our new counselor, and Smith, a pastor who teaches for us now, spend hours interceeding for this precious girl. She moves out of the dorms and into Eunice’s space where she sleeps deeply and freely while Eunice keeps watch with prayer through the night. She renounces her Muslim heritage and chooses Jesus. She tells us the story of the aunt who has chosen to practice this strong witchcraft against her. And this morning, Fatuma joins the other girls who hide Easter eggs around our compound for the staff and mission kids to find.

One life, one soul, one heart at a time; we have determined to fight back. And each precious person rescued from the peril of a future without Him is worth all the cost. Thank you Lord for precious Fatuma, and for the angels dancing in heaven today because of all she has chosen to give up and all she will gain.