A Call to Battle: Becoming a Warrior for God

By Kadence Kasden

At an early age, Kadence Kasden gave into Satan and accepted the plans he had for her. Since battling rejection from childhood from her mother and her peers at school, Satan seemed like the only refuge and safety from the trials she walked through on a daily basis. Instead of making her life easier it slowly started shifting down a downward spiral from demonic visitations, witchcraft, and psychic power to eventually becoming a servant to Satan.

A Call to Battle is directed to anyone who has ever struggled with rejection, hopelessness, or dont believe they can break Satans controlling powers over their lives. Kadences story offers hope and shows how Jesus Christ can rescue and save anyone who is walking alongside the pit of hell. Instead of being one of Satans servants, Kadence is now marching in the army of God, demonstrating to the lost the love and salvation of Jesus Christ.

• Language: English
• Publisher: WestBow Press
• Release date: May 3, 2013
• ISBN: 9781449793401

Kadence Kasden

Kadence Kasden grew up in a small town outside Baton Rouge, Louisiana. She worked on a horse farm, training and working with horses most of her life. Kadence spent most of her young life being a foot soldier for the army of Satan but now has become a warrior for God. Kadence lives each day for the Lord, offers hope to the lost, and encourages the broken to seek out the love and the peace of Jesus. [e-mail]

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WestBow Press rev. date: 04/30/2013

Contents

PREFACE

INTRODUCTION

CHAPTER 1       IF YOU WANT TO CALL THEM PARENTS

CHAPTER 2       WAS I REALLY SUPPOSED TO BE HERE?

CHAPTER 3       INNOCENCE LOST

CHAPTER 4       MOMMY DEAREST

CHAPTER 5       BROKEN

CHAPTER 6       THE BEST FOUR YEARS OF YOUR LIFE

CHAPTER 7       THE POWERS THAT BE

CHAPTER 8       TIES THAT BIND

CHAPTER 9       OLD HABITS DIE HARD

CHAPTER 10       UNSTOPPABLE

CHAPTER 11       SAYING GOOD-BYE

CHAPTER 12       A GLIMMER OF HOPE

CHAPTER 13       STANDING DORMANT

CHAPTER 14       BREAKDOWN

CHAPTER 15       BREAKTHROUGH

CHAPTER 16       I HAVE SOME GIFTS

CHAPTER 17       TYING IT ALL TOGETHER

EPILOGUE

My deepest love and respect to my very best friend, Maw, for your support, friendship, and encouragement through all the years we have shared. Your faithfulness to Jesus and your love for me have been such a blessing in my life, and I thank the Lord for the journey we have walked together.

PREFACE

On July 24, 2012 at 4:37 a.m., I was on my way to New Orleans. I had just crossed over the Lake Pontchartrain Bridge when the Holy Spirit spoke to me. I was to write my life confession. Never in my life did I ever plan to tell anyone the most personal details about myself, much less write about them.

Writing this testimony, reliving memories that I had long ago pushed out of my mind, was not easy. Coming to terms with our past can be a very difficult thing. However, if we Christians want to be free, we must face it. I would never have had the courage to write this book if I didn’t have Jesus encouraging me. He is where my help comes from.

I dedicate my testimony to the Holy Trinity: to God for creating me, to Jesus for saving me, and to the Holy Spirit for inspiring me.

If you love me, you will keep my commandments (John 14:15 NASB).

INTRODUCTION

Parents are supposed to protect their children. If an adult saw a child drowning in a pool, he or she would jump in to save the child. Parents do what comes natural out of instinct.

Children face spiritual attacks from Satan all the time. Even though we cannot see them, it doesn’t mean they do not exist. Satan’s number-one target is children. If he can get hold of them early in life, he can convince them that God does not exist. He does this through fear. When I think back to my childhood, I remember the constant attacks I endured.

Spiritual protection is key in a young person’s life, starting in childhood. If a small child knows how to combat Satan, he or she stands a better chance of dodging his fiery arrows. For God has not given us the spirit of fear, but of power, love, and of a sound mind (2 Timothy 1:7 KJV).

CHAPTER 1

IF YOU WANT TO CALL THEM PARENTS

Children are a gift from the

LORD

; they are a reward from him.

—Psalm 127:3 NLT

I was born on January 14. The last thing I would say is that I was a bundle of joy to my mother. She was not married to my dad when she became pregnant with me. Back in the seventies, being pregnant out of wedlock or having an abortion were unheard of. Those things just didn’t happen in those days. It is safe to say that my parents did not get married because they loved each other. I have heard people say that an infant cannot feel rejection or a lack of love, but I disagree.

My mom was born to Henry and Faye, the firstborn of four children. She was a beautiful little girl with long, dark hair and piercing blue eyes. She was smart and educated and always had many friends. But that was just one side she wanted people to see; the other side was much darker. Maybe her friends never saw that side, or maybe she did not allow them to see it. But she never had a problem showing it to me.

My mom grew up in a Christian home along with her brother and sisters. My grandparents treated all their kids equally. My grandparents, Bible-believing Christians, raised their family in a Bible-believing church. It just goes to show that it does not matter if a person is taught the truth or not, for the Devil is always seeking someone to devour. Be self controlled and alert. Your enemy prowls around like a roaring lion looking for someone to devour (1 Peter 5:8 NIV).

There are many things I don’t know about my mom. I don’t know how old she is; I don’t know how long she was married to my dad. I don’t even know where she lives, and I don’t know what she does for a living. There are a lot of gray areas when it comes to her life. What I do know is that she graduated high school in Denham Springs and attended LSU but didn’t graduate (probably because she got pregnant with me). I know she did some modeling for a couple of department stores, was a teenager when she had me, and that she never wanted me.

My dad was born to John and Ann, who have both now passed on, and was the youngest of five children. From my understanding, his home life was rocky from the beginning and as I got older, they became strangers to me. I never felt like I was a part of their family.

My dad was a heavy partier. He should have lost his life many times coming home from his late nights out on the town. Nevertheless, by God’s grace, he didn’t. I know he was not always this bad off. My dad was intelligent, worked in plants as a welder, traveled across the United States, and even flew small planes.

My dad’s parents were quite the opposite from my mom’s. My grandma Ann was an unusually cold person; she never was too friendly to me. My grandpa John did all the cooking and cleaning and took care of all the kids even while working a full-time job. He was a hard worker. Even when he was sick, he still went to work. He always provided for his family.

Life was unbearably hard for those kids growing up in that house. When my dad’s sisters were old enough to leave home, they did, leaving him, who was the youngest, all alone. There was a time when my grandma Ann tied him to a tree in the backyard so she wouldn’t have to watch him. Growing up in those conditions is almost unimaginable.

I can see how strongholds form and develop early on