For the thing which I greatly feared is come upon me,
and that which I was afraid of is come unto me.
I was not in safety, neither had I rest, neither was I quiet;
yet trouble came.
Job 3 : 25-26
I was cursed three years ago, I never believed in curses or their power. That is a mistake I will try to prevent in others for the rest of my life. Although much healing has taken place, I am still broke, jobless, my marriage is over with my step kids gone and two pregnancies ended in the womb — and my most beloved pet is deceased.
Fighting a curse is the most difficult encounter for the human mind, heart and soul. It drains your ability to fight, and any anger just makes it worse.
That is why one must become like Christ as much as humanly possible to defeat it. Bitterness will only bind to the curse. One must forgive, truly — not just to get out of the curse — and reconcile with God. It is a calling. And one must find the greatest spiritual strength that can fighting the searing emotional and spiritual pain.
All of this while “friends” laugh at you. They will find it ridiculous. I would have to before this happened. And it is true that many people mistake simple bad times for a curse. But a true curse is distinctly different.