vivid, detailed dream
And not really much of the type of unrealistic weirdness that most dreams have in them. Of course, the “details” fade quickly, so better get The Mom to put it down.
There was an evil man terrorizing people… driving around the neighbourhood. I was very afraid, not feeling safe in my own house. I felt that I had to make sure he didn’t think I was at home, but I could see him out the window, looking for me. Then suddenly it felt like invisible waves of demons coming in the windows… I stood up and immediately began fiercely yelling “I rebuke you in the name of Jesus, who died for me!” Then I raised my arms high and started praising in tongues (not something I’ve a habit of doing)–just pouring it out to the sky. And I could see a man in the sky, presumably The Lord (or it could have been an angel), and He was holding up a burning torch… I had the impression that my praises were keeping the torch burning. Unfortunately, it was the fear that lingered when I awoke.
And wouldn’t you know it, the verses we read this morning match so well: the ones in Ephesians that talk about our struggle not being against flesh and blood, and that we should put on the armour of God–“… let the mighty strength of the Lord make you strong.” (Ephesians 6:10) What was that reference imprinted on The Mom’s glow-in-the-dark bracelet, about being “God-Strong”? Yep–Eph. 6: 10-11.
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