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    A Fight for My Soul: A True Story of Spiritual Warfare
    A Fight for My Soul: A True Story of Spiritual Warfare
    A Fight for My Soul: A True Story of Spiritual Warfare
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    A Fight for My Soul: A True Story of Spiritual Warfare

    By Adrianne T. Bryce

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    A Fight for My Soul: A True Story of Spiritual Warfare is true story of one persons experience with spiritual warfare and the spiritual world.

    The author takes you through her personal journey that began after reading a book about hell in October 2005.

    The author describes her encounters with Jesus, the Devil, and an angel in this inspirational book about committing the eternal sin.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherWestBow Press
    Release dateFeb 16, 2016
    ISBN9781512729900
    A Fight for My Soul: A True Story of Spiritual Warfare
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    Adrianne T. Bryce

    Adrianne T. Bryce is teacher and college instructor. She holds a BA and MAE in education. Adrianne lives in Iowa with her husband, Joe, and their two Yorkies. She enjoys reading and spending time with her two grown children, Miley and Gavin.

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      A Fight for My Soul - Adrianne T. Bryce

      Prologue

      The thief comes only to steal and kill and destroy; I have come that they may have life, and have it to the full (John 10:10 NIV). I found this out in the autumn of 2005. This book highlights the events of my life up to and since I became a born-again Christian. I chose this title because the spiritual warfare I have experienced has been a fight for my soul. The fight might not be over, but the good news is that the Lord is winning.

      Chapter 1

      Childhood

      I was born in 1964. I had a mom, a dad, and a brother whom I adored. We lived on a farm in Iowa. It was a beautiful two-hundred-acre piece of land. The farm had a large, white farmhouse with old wood siding and other outbuildings. When I was a little girl, the house only had plumbing in the kitchen. We had an outhouse that served its purpose well. I was in kindergarten when indoor plumbing was finally installed in the whole house.

      The house was surrounded by a large yard with a tree swing in the corner. The tree that held the swing had to be at least one hundred years old. The swing was made out of a chain and a board. The cook shed stood to the east of the house and contained the wringer washer that my mom used year round until the plumbing was installed. As a little girl, it seemed like my mom was out there all the time. Now those old wringer washers are found in antique shops.

      A large square of cement was in front of the kitchen door with a long, attached sidewalk that led to the edge of the yard. When I rode my bike, I could not maneuver through gravel very well, so I went up and down that sidewalk. When I wasn’t riding my bike, I was in the swing or jumping rope. I loved playing outside. Out of all my outdoor activities the swing was the best. I could pump my legs and get very high in the sky. The wind flowed through my long hair. I felt as if I was flying through the air.

      When I got tired, I lay in the old canvas hammock that hung from a metal frame. The days when my dad would lay in the hammock with me were some of my favorites. He told me stories, and I closed my eyes and tried to imagine the stories in my mind. Looking back, those were such fun times—ones I wished would never end.

      During the summer, my dad baled hay for the upcoming winter. Haying was a family affair. My mom drove the truck back and forth to pull the hay up off the wagon and into the barn using a hayfork and pulley system. My dad set the hayfork; my brother, Dusty, who was up in the hayloft, yelled, Trip! when the full hayfork was at the right spot in the hayloft to stack the hay. When my dad heard my brother yell, he tripped the hayfork. Dusty then stacked the hay neatly while the truck let the hayfork go back to the outside and land on the hayrack. Dad loaded the hayfork while Dusty continued to stack the hay. My job in all of this was to yell Okay! when it was time for Mom to back up the truck and pull the hay into the loft. I also yelled Whoa! when it was time for my mom to stop the truck so the hay could be pulled into the barn. I have fond memories of those haying days. The smell of the hay still lingers in my mind along with the itch of the hay on my skin. My dad called those times, The good old days.

      Dusty and I had a secret hideout on the farm. There was a narrow space about ten feet wide between a hog house and a machine shed. Dad and Dusty made a wall out of old wood, complete with a door, between the two buildings. Our secret hideout was a quiet space where I could go and play—a place just to think. Many years later, I realized those quiet times were when I connected with God. I would get this tingling feeling to the point of having my hair stand on end. Looking back, I now realize that the Holy Spirit was working in me at a very young age.

      School was a joy for me when we lived on that farm in Iowa. I was in a small class where everyone got along. I felt like I was really part of the class and enjoyed time with my friends. Even today, I think of my friend Patti. We lost touch over the years which makes me sad. As I get older, I realize how important those early friendships were in helping me become the person I am today. I remember that Patti was an honest and caring person—worthy traits in a friend.

      One day when I was in fourth grade, I came home to the terrible news that we had to move. We were renting the farm that we lived on, and the landowner rented the farm out from under us to a big farmer in the area. Fortunately, my mom and dad had just bought a farm about an hour away. My parents had scraped and saved over the years so we had a farm to move to. They had intended to farm both farms, however, that did not work out like intended.

      When we settled at the new farm, my dad often said that we were home for

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