As we pray today, we are holding up the Blood over our families, ministry, nations and whipping situations with the Blood.

"The blood of Jesus purges me of every defilement of the enemy. The blood of Jesus keeps and guards my mind day and night. The blood of Jesus prevents deception and aborts every attempt of the enemy to deceive me. The blood of Jesus is my divine covering and protection against all the fiery darts of the evil one. The blood of Jesus is alive! So full of life and grace, it perfects that which concerneth me, reconciling everything in me to the perfect will of God every day and in every way." - Grace Ryerson Roos

Grace Ryerson Roos shared a greatly indispensable Word of testimony in one of her books, “The Blood”:

“Several years ago the Holy Spirit taught me a lesson in spiritual warfare that I have never forgotten, and I have used it successfully many times since.

I was sitting in my living room praying, when in a vision I saw the outside door open and a giant of a man step into the room, closing the door behind him.

He had a sneering grin on his face and in my heart I knew he was a demon spirit. I ordered him to leave the house. He threw back his head and laughed mockingly. I repeated my order emphatically.

Again he just laughed, highly amused. I jumped out of my chair and faced him. Pointing to the door, I commanded, “In the Name of the Lord Jesus, get out of here!”

He roared with laughter, utterly unconcerned.

Then to emphasize I was nothing in his sight, he reached for me with his long, powerful arms and picked me off my feet, cradling me against his chest like one would a baby. I was very indignant and began beating his head with my fists, ordering him with every breath to put me down.

He laughed the harder, overcome with mirth that I should even try to fight him. Look at his size! I did not have a chance! I created so much fuss, however, he finally put me back on my feet.

I stood there looking up at him, praying silently, “LORD, what do I do now?” Immediately I felt the handle of a long whip slipped into my hand, and then I KNEW what to do.

I raised that whip (which represented The Blood of our victorious LORD Jesus) and whipped him unmercifully with it. He was startled but gave no sign that he noticed the beating, continuing to laugh mockingly at me.

But I KNEW the power of this whip and faithfully applied it to him with all the strength and determination I had. He kept up his bold front of unconcern and confident victory — but suddenly I noticed the mocking light in his eyes was fading and an unwilling look of respect took its place.

I immediately took courage and renewed my attack, commanding him on the authority of The Blood of Jesus Christ to leave my home at once. Continuing to laugh, yet seeking to deceive me to the end, he tried to hold his ground, but suddenly overcome with the POWER of that victorious Holy Blood, he opened the door and fled.