The Training Ground

By Jennifer Hobbs

Since before I was born, Spiritual warfare in demonic and satanic realms, Witchcraft, abuse and bad relationships were all apart of the process that would help make me..ME. This is my testimony of God's mercy and grace, my journey to finding out who I was in God and how those trials shaped me in my calling as an Apostle and Prophet of the Most High God.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lulu.com
• Release date: Dec 1, 2014
• ISBN: 9781312720879

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The Training Ground

Copyright © 2014 by Apostle Jennifer Hobbs

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First Printing: 2014

ISBN978-1-312-72087-9

www.wholearmourofgodministriesint.weebly.com

Table of Contents

Introduction

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Isaiah 55:8-13

8 "For my thoughts are not your thoughts,

neither are your ways my ways,"

declares the Lord.

9 "As the heavens are higher than the earth,

so are my ways higher than your ways

and my thoughts than your thoughts.

10 As the rain and the snow

come down from heaven,

and do not return to it

without watering the earth

and making it bud and flourish,

so that it yields seed for the sower and bread for the eater,

11 so is my word that goes out from my mouth:

It will not return to me empty,

but will accomplish what I desire

and achieve the purpose for which I sent it.

12 You will go out in joy

and be led forth in peace;

the mountains and hills

will burst into song before you,

and all the trees of the field

will clap their hands.

13 Instead of the thornbush will grow the juniper,

and instead of briers the myrtle will grow.

This will be for the Lord’s renown,

for an everlasting sign,

that will endure forever."

Introduction

Jeremiah 1:5

Before I formed you in the womb I knew you, before you were born I set you apart; I appointed you as a prophet to the nations.

Never did I think I'd be used by God to preach the gospel of Jesus Christ, Never did I think God could use me or would want to use me, for His will upon the earth. Hello, my name is Jennifer Hobbs, I am an Apostle and Prophet, I am a daughter of the King, I am the wife to my wonderful husband, and I am the mother to our beautiful children. This is my testimony and without The Holy Spirit, none of this would be possible to write.

~To my husband, all of our children, your love and appreciation overwhelms me daily.

I love you, my beautiful blessings, you are God's promises to me and I am honored and humbled to be blessed to receive you from HIM. ~

Chapter One

Psalm 139:13 For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother’s womb.

Before I was born both of my parents consulted a psychic about me...The psychic never had the access to the realms of God's own mind to know who I was, and that was to come against wickedness as she practiced and much more. I'm sure she shuddered in fear that before her, in the womb of my mother, was a daughter of The King.

Monday May 31st, 1976, I was born via C-section because the doctors inform my mother, that her and I were in an emergency situation and if not handled promptly, one of us if not both of us, would not survive. I was the only child of the marriage covenant of my dad, who was a Vietnam veteran that later became a security guard, and my mom, who was a cashier at the same department store my dad worked as security. I was conceived violently, and yet To this day, 38 years later, I still enjoy my birthday as though it was my very first one. I had no idea for years, of why the date of my birth was always such a joy to me, that it was always a big deal of celebration in my heart and mind, and why it was such also a day of resentment from others closest to me for a long time while growing up. It was the calling on my life that I didn’t know was upon me. It was also my soul that knew from whence it came from and the struggle to getting here…Selah

John 10:27 27My sheep hear My voice, and I know them, and they follow Me;

When I was 2 years of age, my dad who had abused my mother in various ways for such a long time, abruptly left us, soon after it was discovered he was seeing another woman, my mother had more than enough and they divorced. My mom and I moved in with my maternal grandmother and step grandfather from Far Rockaway, Queens into their house in Springfield Gardens, Queens, of which they had moved into many years earlier. This house had a history that before my grandfather got a loan to buy the house for his wife and stepdaughter (my mother), my grandparents were still living in the Bronx, NY and the house, which was just a ride over the G.W. Bridge, was being prepped through cursing from a bitter and angry couple that didn’t want to sell to the future owners. My grandparents were from the Castle Hill projects and the people that owned my grandparents future home had no interested buyers in their home BUT my grandfather. So they found it fit to place an old Italian curse on the home by throwing stray pins in the air and letting them fall where they may. Now I am in no way giving props to the devil when I say, Proverbs 26:2 says Like a fluttering sparrow or a darting swallow, an undeserved curse does not come to rest....I truly believe the cursing of the house was in part the catalyst for my grandmother to take a turn into greater witchcraft. My grandmother knew that curse made her afraid and because of the that she tried to up one" on the curse and in turn the curse rested upon her and all that came into agreement with her in one way or another. My mother, I and grandfather became victims of those/that practices and we were all held differently like three dogs on three leashes. Knowing my grandmother and how she was, I’m sure things were difficult between my mom and grandmother because before I was born, our family was torn apart by the verbal abuse, witchcraft, hatred, scare tactics and bitterness from her towards her own immediate family, which trickled down to her heirs, and has come in between the rest of us as a family, and sadly this continues today on their side of the family.

Deuteronomy 18:9-12 When you come into the land that the Lord your God is giving you, you shall not learn to follow the abominable practices of those nations. There shall not be found among you anyone who burns his son or his daughter as an offering, anyone who practices divination or tells fortunes or interprets omens, or a sorcerer or a charmer or a medium or a necromancer or one who inquires of the dead, for whoever does these things is an abomination to the Lord. And because of these abominations the Lord your God is driving them out before you.

One of my earliest memories was when I was a very little girl, she would always pinch my behind, she would even scare me into tears by jumping out of rooms after turning lights off, and these would be mere starts of what was coming. My Grandmother would eventually start to buy me games like The magic world of Blackstone, magic 8 ball; she also had an Ouija board. As I was so young, I trusted my grandmother that what she introduced me to was innocent fun. I didn’t know nor understand I was growing up in an unsaved household, yet at the same time, I was being divinely trained up by God in my mandate as an Apostle and a Prophet. It wasn't obvious for years to me that God made me for His glory, until The Lord himself reminded me of an incident where I was just a baby crawling after my mother up a flight of stairs because her mother called her for something and I fell backwards all the way down those steps, without injury at all, because an Angel of The Lord literally carried me down those steps! My mother and grandmother thought I was probably hurt but they found nothing and were amazed. It would be one of many times God would rush in to save my life, For 19+ years, I had been exposed to realms of the demonic world and sexual perversion through these devices of magic and then quickly, to full blown witchcraft with books on various occultic practices, talismans in the doorway, masks and omens, even being made to go to a convention of witches and warlocks. If I had only known then that, what I was playing with was fire.  As I continued growing up in that household , I would get sick a LOT with tonsillitis , my grandmother would often make all types of cakes and cookies and she would make me eat the raw ingredients yet I didn't get seriously ill or need hospitalization, and  nor did I die...it would only frustrate her that I was well. While I was so young, I would draw countless pictures of the Devil and what I believed to be his wife…these were images I saw, this was my normal. I would find myself with horrible dreams, imaginations and fears and nighttime demonic visitations going back and forth either in sleep or awake, I was in the fire. I would tell my grandmother about my nightmares and would brushed off as though I ate something that wasn’t agreeing with me and if I would tell her or my mother of what would show up in my room at night, in the hallways or even the sudden smells in the house, I was told I was crazy. I was even told I was an alien and that THEY were coming back to get me. I knew what I saw, had smelled and heard. I was getting the taste of what I was dabbling in and unaware, God kept me because HE was training me to experience these realms face to face, not for me to be afraid of them but to soon come against them for HIS glory for the Kingdom of God as the Apostle and Prophet He needed me to be. God was also allowing those realms to see me because I was raised up regardless of what my grandmother tried to do. The realms were more afraid of me, but I didn’t know that nor understand it, because I was sorely afraid of them instead….I remember seeing apparitions walking close to my bed, stand over me and even follow me but they were never allowed to touch me physically, they were even call my name and I would always think someone was calling me in their own voice but they were not.

All the while, I was still playing with the demonic realm and could not make the correlation between all that was happening to me and my involvement in those practices, which were so innocently given to me by my grandmother.  Now many would ask, Where was your mother during all of this? Why didn’t she just move you both out of there? ..My mother was there in witness of it all, but unfortunately my mom was in demonic bondage to her own mother, which would often leave me alone on every level. This loneliness would carry on throughout my life for a long time, but this time it would be for my purpose of my assignment in Kingdom of God through finally coming into a realization of who