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Silent Prayers Buried Strength 

My Family Prayer Book 

Abnormally Wonderful At the Edge of the Bridge

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Rising Through What Should Have Broken Us

 Rising Through What Should Have Broken Us

by Michele A. Aponte

There are moments in life when it feels like the weight of everything falls on us at once - the grief, the fear, the memories, the responsibilities, the unexpected losses, the unanswered questions. Sometimes it feels like life bends us so far down we might break.

But we don’t break. And the reason is simple: God never lets go.

Every season of my life - the battles, the healing, the prayers whispered in desperation, the laughter in between, the animals who have carried pieces of my heart, the children and family God entrusted to me - all of it shows up somewhere in my books. Each one was born out of a different kind of strength, a different kind of pain, a different kind of miracle.

And today, I wanted to share a little of that journey with you.

My Family Prayer Book

This book was born from real moments - real struggles, real prayers, and real faith that carried me through days I didn’t think I could stand on my own.

It’s for the person who needs words when they can’t find any. It’s for the mother, the friend, the grandmother, the person sitting alone asking God, “Please help me hold myself together today.”

Inside are prayers for families, marriages, children, protection, worry, and fear - prayers I’ve spoken myself. Some were spoken with tears. Some with strength. All with faith.

This book reminds us that when life presses us down, prayer lifts us back up.

Silent Prayers, Buried Strength

If you’ve ever carried pain quietly - the kind nobody sees, the kind you smile through just to make it to the next moment - this book is for you.

These stories come from places in my life where I thought I would break. Loss, childhood fears, memories, motherhood, guilt, love, forgiveness, and the long walk through healing - all of it is tucked inside these pages.

This book says: You are allowed to bend under the weight, but you are not built to break. And even when you think God is silent, He is building a strength inside you that you don’t even recognize until the storm clears.

Abnormally Wonderful: At the Edge of the Bridge

This one is different - fiction with truth woven through it. A story inspired by nature, animals, innocence, and the magical, unexpected ways God shows Himself in our daily lives. 

It’s emotional, hopeful, heartbreaking, and uplifting all at once. It reminds us that we all stand at the “edge of a bridge” at some point - a place where fear and faith collide. But stepping forward, even trembling, can lead us somewhere beautiful.

And that’s what this book is about: Finding wonder in the places where life feels the most fragile.

Through Every Page, the Same Truth Remains

Life will hit us. Grief will come. People will fail us. Unexpected things will knock the breath out of us.

But with God - and sometimes without even realizing it - we rise.

Your heart might crack, but God slips His hands through every broken piece and holds them together until His strength becomes yours.

We walk through valleys, but we walk out stronger. We cry through nights, but we wake up with new mercy.

What should have broken us becomes the very thing God uses to lift us.

That is the heart behind every book I’ve written.

Closing Thought

If you’re reading this today and life feels heavy, remember: You are not breaking - you are bending toward a breakthrough. God is strengthening you in the places you feel the weakest. And when you rise, you won’t rise the same - you’ll rise stronger, softer, wiser, and closer to Him.

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Excerpt from My Next Book

Excerpt from My Next Book

This morning, as I sat with my coffee and Bible, these words poured from my heart.
They’ll appear in my next book, but I wanted to share them now -
for anyone walking through love, loss, or healing.

Psalm - Fiercely Love
(excerpt from my upcoming book by Michele A. Aponte)

As I sit here looking into the woods,
the woods you once played in,
I think of how I’ll never see that again.

I pray that God puts my heart back together -
the pieces shattered on the floor,
like glass upon marble, splintering everywhere.
This morning I ask for His band-aids of mercy
to place my heart back together again.
I thank Him for making me strong,
yet still - it hurts.
The band-aids aren’t quite sticking.

I love you so much.
As tears begin to rise again,
I whisper to myself, I have to move on.
There are others to care for -
we’re all sad,
each of us acting a little differently,
slowly finding a new normal without you.

I know you are with your siblings now -
Rita, Martini, oh Jack-Jack 
and you can play together once more.
I can’t wait to see you again,
all of you, in the fields of Heaven.

As a band-aid peels away,
a tear rolls down my cheek,
down my face, down my soul.

And as I sit here asking God why,
words appear within me,
like a message upon a movie screen:
“To teach you to love deeply… fiercely.
To teach you to love stronger.”

And I sigh, knowing it is true.
I do love stronger, fiercer, bigger -
and that is why it hurts so deeply.

Fiercely love.
Fiercely hope and pray.
Fiercely wait for the day
I can hold you again.

Until then,
I will always love you.

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My Family Prayer Book — Official Trailer

 

🌿 My Family Prayer Book — Official Trailer 🌿

There are moments when words alone can’t express the depth of faith, love, and family - and that’s exactly why I wanted to bring My Family Prayer Book to life through this trailer.

This book is a collection of heartfelt prayers and reflections that were born in the quiet moments - the times of joy, sorrow, and hope that every family experiences. Each page is a reminder that prayer isn’t complicated or distant; it’s as close as your next breath and as real as the love that binds a family together.

The trailer below captures the heart of this journey - a story of faith, family, and the power of prayer to bring peace even in the hardest days. I pray it inspires and comforts you just as much as it did me while creating it.

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🙏 May this message remind you that prayer still changes everything — especially when it starts at home.

My Family Prayer Book Book Trailer

🌈 For My Boy, Rosco

Last night and today,

he had seizure after seizure.
My old boy, holding on strong,
but I knew - it was time.

I wrapped him in a clean towel,
one of his favorite blankies,
and placed him in his daddy’s rocking chair -
the one he always loved.

I cleaned him up,
kissed his face,
and cried until I couldn’t breathe.

For over ten years,
he was part of our family -
my best friend, my shadow, my heart.
We’d saved his life before,
but not this time.

The house feels wrong without him.
The others walk past his bed,
sniff his toys,
and quietly walk away.
Not one lays down there.
They know.

Last night,
he walked the house
like he was saying goodbye.
Maybe he was.

Today my shipment of books came,
and my boy had to go.
Life’s strange like that -
one thing beginning
just as another ends.

I don’t know why God took him so soon.
I only know He did.
And I pray Rosco’s running free now,
no pain, no fear -
just joy.

Until I see you again,
my boy -
you were,
and always will be,
abnormally wonderful.

🌈 Rosco’s Last Three Nights

   

My old boy Rosco is gone. My heart feels heavy, like it’s trying to remember how to beat through the ache. I had to make one of the hardest choices I’ve ever made today - to take him to the vet and ease his suffering. His kidneys were failing, and the seizures kept coming, one after another. I couldn’t stand to see him in pain anymore.

I’ve been crying for days, feeling that something wasn’t right. Last night and this morning were the hardest. I watched him cry after his last seizure, and I knew - really knew - that it was time. As much as I wanted to hold on, I couldn’t let him hurt.

Before we left, I wrapped him up in a clean towel and one of his favorite blankies, the one with the Christmas dogs and trees on it. I put him in his daddy’s rocking chair - it’s a big, comfy one he’s always loved to curl up in when Edwin sat there. I cleaned him up as best I could; he’d soiled himself after the seizures, and I wanted him to be clean and comfortable for the trip.

Rosco has been part of our family for over ten years. We’ve saved his life so many times before, but this time, we couldn’t. The guilt still hits me - wondering if there was something more we could have done, some other sign I should have seen sooner. But deep down, I know we did all we could. We gave him love, warmth, safety, and a home full of people and animals who adored him.

The last three nights, he did something he never really did before. He walked around the house like he was doing a perimeter check - slow, deliberate, steady steps - like he was saying his goodbyes in his own quiet way. That was his way of preparing, I think.

When I came home from the vet, I put his towel and blanket back on his bed, along with his toys. The house felt so still. Usually, the other dogs would rush to that bed - they’d nudge each other out of the way to claim it. But not today. They each walked over, sniffed his spot, looked at his toys, then quietly walked away. Not one of them laid down there. They knew. They understood that it was Rosco’s bed - and that it still belonged to him.

It’s strange - my shipment of Abnormally Wonderful came today. The very same day that my boy had to go. Maybe that’s not a coincidence. Maybe God was showing me that love and loss sometimes arrive hand in hand - that while one chapter closes, another begins.

Rosco was one of my best friends. To some, he was just a dog. But not to me.
He was my shadow, my comfort, my little fighter. He was only ten years old - still young at heart - and I wasn’t ready to say goodbye.

“The Lord is near to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit.”
— Psalm 34:18

I don’t know why God took him from us so soon, but I believe He wanted to give Rosco peace — real peace, without pain. My heart is still broken, but I know that love like his doesn’t fade. It just changes shape. And I believe, with all my heart, that one day I’ll see my boy again — healthy, happy, and free.

Thank you, Lord, for letting me be his mama.
Thank you for every single day we had together.

Until I see you again, Rosco —
You were, and always will be, abnormally wonderful.

Abnormally Wonderful, At the Edge of the Bridge

Abnormally Wonderful At the Edge of the Bridge is a heart-stirring novel that blends faith, family, and the extraordinary beauty hidden in everyday life.

Somewhere between porch and heaven, between dogs at your feet and the shimmer of eternity, lies a story of love, loss, and hope.

Michele Aponte invites readers into a world where the ordinary becomes

A backyard filled with dogs and chickens becomes a sanctuary of lessons about loyalty, laughter, and love.

Dreams and visions blur the line between earth and eternity.

The rainbow bridge is not just for animals - it is a meeting place of healing, purpose, and faith.

Jesus walks gently through the story, offering wisdom, comfort, and the reminder that none of us stand our post alone.

This novel carries readers through moments of deep grief, breathtaking encounters with the divine, and the overwhelming joy of discovering that even in silence, love speaks. With each chapter, the shimmer draws closer - illuminating the truth that while life may feel fragile, God’s light is unbreakable.

Both tender and powerful, Abnormally Wonderful is more than a story. It is a testimony wrapped in fiction, a reminder

Faith can be found in the humblest places.

Animals reflect God’s unconditional love in their purest form.

Even in sorrow, joy awaits at the edge of the bridge.

Whether you are an animal lover, a person of faith, or simply someone seeking hope, this book will resonate with the deepest parts of your heart.

Take your post. Love fiercely. Step into the shimmer.

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Abnormally Wonderful: At the Edge of the Bridge

Abnormally Wonderful: At the Edge of the Bridge

There are moments in life when silence speaks louder than words; when the cries of the hurting, the lost, or the unseen reach our hearts in ways language cannot. Be the Voice for the Voiceless was created for those moments. It’s a space to share faith, compassion, and truth, whether that means standing up for people who can’t find the words, or honoring the animals who love us without ever needing to speak. Through stories, prayers, and reflections, I hope to remind others that even quiet voices matter deeply to God.

My newest book, Abnormally Wonderful: At the Edge of the Bridge, marks a beautiful new chapter in my journey, it’s my first fiction novel and one that came straight from the heart. This story weaves together faith, love, loss, and the hope of reunion in Heaven. It explores what it means to love beyond life and to trust that God’s hand holds every creature we’ve ever cherished. Writing it was emotional, healing, and at times, divinely guided almost as if the story wrote itself through moments of faith and reflection.

For those who believe in the beauty of life, the power of love, and the promise that nothing good is ever truly lost, I invite you to read Abnormally Wonderful: At the Edge of the Bridge. It’s available now on Amazon. My prayer is that it brings comfort, understanding, and the reminder that love never ends and that every voice, human or animal, matters in God’s story.

Silent Prayers, Buried Strength Book Trailer

Silent Prayers, Buried Strength Book Trailer

Silent Prayers, Buried Strength: A Quiet Fight Heard in Heaven

 Silent Prayers, Buried Strength: A Quiet Fight Heard in Heaven

August 2025

Silent Prayers, Buried Strength is my story of surviving the storms that tried to break me — and finding God’s voice in the middle of them. These pages hold pieces of my life: the chaos that shaped me, the wounds that altered me, and the beauty, wisdom, and faith that grew in their place.

You’ll find my real-life experiences, vivid dreams, spiritual reflections, and the stories, poems, and psalms that poured out in those moments. This isn’t a clean timeline or a perfect testimony. It’s a journey of raw honesty, spiritual awakening, and the unshakable truth that even in the darkest places, light still gets in.

Through it all, I’ve learned that God doesn’t wait until we’re polished to speak. He meets us right in the mess — in whispered prayers, in pages wet with tears, and in the kind of victories only Heaven sees. If you’ve ever fought battles in silence or wondered if God hears you — this book is proof that He does.

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My Family Prayer Book

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My Family Prayer Book (Written by Michele Aponte)

A complete collection of personalized prayers organized by spiritual focus, created with intention, faith, and love.

This book contains prayers for spiritual warfare, family covering, and personal healing, along with scripture references and space for reflection.

“When I Cannot Find My Happy”(A Prayer-Poem for the Heavy Days)

“When I Cannot Find My Happy”

(A Prayer-Poem for the Heavy Days)

Heavenly Father, I come as I am—

Not strong, not cheerful, not brave today,

But weary. So weary, Lord.

I carry a sorrow I cannot name,

And though I walk through my own home,

I feel lost within it.

My child, Lord—You know him.

You made him with purpose and promise,

But right now he is a storm against me.

His anger tears the stillness I pray for,

His silence screams in my spirit.

He hugs me goodbye like it’s the end,

And I’m left wondering what broke this time.

I try to smile, I try to rise—

But the happy won’t come.

The heaviness lingers,

Like a fog over my fields,

And not even my animals' joy

Can reach me here.

So I surrender, Lord.

I give You the grief, the confusion,

The questions that loop with no answer.

I lay them all down—at Your feet,

Because they’re too heavy for mine.

Wrap me in Your peace, Father,

Like the soft blanket I used to wrap him in.

Fill this hollow in my chest

With the warmth of Your Spirit.

I trust You’ll walk with my son too.

Even as he pulls away in pain,

Even as his words push and wound—

Your mercy remains near.

And I won’t carry what is Yours to heal.

Restore my joy, Lord—not in fake smiles,

But in the quiet knowing

That even now, I am not alone.

My happy may be buried deep today,

But it is not dead.

You are the Keeper of my joy,

And You will return it in time.

Until then, I will sit with You in the silence.

And that will be enough.

Amen.

“Still Waters After the Storm”

(Inspired by Psalm 23, Isaiah 43, and Romans 8)

I walked through fire with no one beside me,
The smoke of betrayal still thick in my lungs.
I cried out from shadows too heavy for morning,
Where the voice of my past sang war songs unsung.

Chains once disguised as affection and duty
Wrapped tight ‘round a soul born to fly.
I bent under burdens I wasn’t meant carrying—
And asked God, “How long must I try?”

But the Lord, He was near in the silence,
A whisper that broke through the rage.
Not with thunder or lightning or earthquakes,
But with love that unlocked every cage.

He led me through rivers that should’ve drowned me,
And stood in the flames at my side.
He saw every scar I tried hiding—
Each tear, each truth I denied.

My past didn’t die—it was buried
In the tomb where my Savior once lay.
And I rose with Him, bruised but breathing,
With grace as my song every day.

Now peace isn’t quiet—it’s power.
It’s the strength to say “No” and to rest.
To guard what God gave me so gently,
To silence the chaos and bless.

I fight for this peace like a soldier.
My home, my mind, my soul—my land.
And the armor I wear is His promise:
That He holds my whole life in His hand.

No weapon formed has destroyed me.
No lie has erased who I am.
I am more than my battles and burdens—
I am loved, I am chosen, I stand.

So I dwell in the house of His presence,
Where fear has no voice, no control.
And I drink from the cup of His stillness,
Letting joy overflow in my soul.

He restores what the locusts have stolen.
He redeems what the devil once used.
I am whole, I am held, I am healing—
By the peace of a God who won’t lose.

Unbroken

A Psalm from the Fire

There are battles I remember,

And wounds I’ve forgotten how I bled.

Pain buried so deep in my marrow,

Even I lost the trail where it led.

Some scars were born in silence,

Where no one stood watch but God.

And some were wrapped in memory’s haze—

Still, I rose from every fraud.

I have been lied to, pushed down, forsaken.

I’ve carried burdens that weren’t mine to bear.

They told me, “Be quiet, be useful, be nothing,”

But I stood in the ashes and dared.

I forgave what tried to destroy me,

Even what I don’t fully recall.

Because peace isn’t passive or gentle—

It’s choosing to stand when you fall.

Someone I love has become a storm,

Not by choice, but by torment and flame.

And though their anger lashes like lightning,

I no longer shoulder the blame.

I see through the chaos they carry,

The pain they won’t speak but still throw.

But I will not be their battleground—

This time, my soul says, “No.”

I’m not who I was in the beginning—

The scared girl, the shattered wife.

God has rebuilt me in silence

And breathed resurrection to life.

This peace I possess is a fortress.

It’s been carved from surrender and flame.

No demon, no rage, no betrayal

Can shake the foundation I claim.

Because I walk with the Lord as my shelter.

His name is my shield and my song.

He has counted each tear that I’ve hidden,

And He’s made right what’s been wrong.

So let the winds howl if they want to.

Let the past claw for a place in my soul.

I am covered in mercy unending—

My story, redeemed and made whole.

I am unbroken. Still standing.

Even when trembling inside.

For the peace that surpasses all reason

Is the place where my spirit will hide.

A Dream of Boundaries and Unexpected Paths

A Dream of Boundaries and Unexpected Paths

This morning, I had a vivid dream that rushed back to me after I stepped outside. It started with my neighbor selling a piece of land we’d been trying to buy. Someone built a big purple house on it, facing my direction instead of the street, and I remember feeling annoyed that we missed out on that opportunity.

Then, I noticed kids cutting through my yard and my neighbor Mr. T.’s yard, playing in the street. We both fussed at them for crossing our properties. That’s when I saw the new mailbox and house, and I asked Mr. T. why he sold the land. He said he only sold a piece of it, and the house — pretty but purplish-blue — had been built there.

Later in the dream, I ended up helping one of the kids, taking them to a big complex that felt like a school. Edwin was with me, helping every step of the way. While trying to ensure the child got inside safely, I asked to speak with management. At first, they refused, but after some persistence, they found someone for me. The strangest part? They unexpectedly offered me a job — a role that seemed to carry a lot of responsibility. I wasn’t looking for a job, much less something like that, and I woke up feeling confused.

Reflecting on the Dream:

This dream really feels like a message wrapped in emotions and symbols. The land sale and the house might represent missed opportunities or things happening outside my control. The kids cutting through my yard could symbolize boundaries being crossed — whether that’s emotional, spiritual, or physical.

Helping the child and navigating the complex made me think about how naturally I step into a protective role, even when it’s unexpected. And the job offer? Maybe it hints at opportunities I haven’t seen coming yet — a sign that sometimes life nudges us toward new paths, even when we aren’t actively seeking them.

In my waking life, I’m struggling with balancing my desire to work part-time with wanting to be there for my grandkids. My heart wants to help, so they don’t have to go to daycare or be with strangers. But at the same time, my kids are grown, and I shouldn’t have to put my life on hold. Maybe this dream is my spirit wrestling with that balance — standing my ground, protecting what matters, and figuring out what my next step should be.

Life has a way of showing us things we need to see, even in our dreams. I’m still sorting through what this one means for me, but I know one thing: my heart is being pulled toward both protection and purpose, and I trust that the right path will become clear.

Have you ever had a dream that made you stop and reflect on where life is pulling you?

Exploring the Meaning Behind My Dream: The Chickens, the Man, and the Fear

Exploring the Meaning Behind My Dream: The Chickens, the Man, and the Fear

Last night, I had a powerful dream that’s been on my mind ever since. In it, I saw eight dead white chickens lined up in a half-circle on someone else’s porch, with three or four live chickens walking around nearby. The sight of the dead chickens left me feeling unsettled, and I called my son, David, to come over and see what I had discovered. As we looked, I noticed a mysterious man inside the house, his arm visible through cracks in the door or window. The moment I saw him, fear washed over me, and without hesitation, David and I ran away from the scene.

At first, I didn’t understand the depth of this dream, but after reflecting on it, I began to uncover its meaning. The dead chickens and the eerie scene on someone else’s porch sparked a sense of unease, and I realized that this dream is connected to emotions I’ve been processing—fear of external challenges, concerns for others, and a deep need for support.

Here’s what I believe my dream might be telling me:

1. External Concerns and Challenges: The fact that the chickens were on someone else’s porch suggests that the worries in my life might not be directly tied to me but are affecting me emotionally. I might be aware of external problems or challenges that feel unsettling, even if I’m not directly involved. It reminds me of being impacted by things that happen outside of my immediate space or control.

2. Empathy and a Need for Support: When I called David to help me understand the situation, it showed my instinct to turn to family for support. It highlights my deep need for reassurance, especially when things feel uncertain or scary. I’m reminded that I’m not alone in facing challenges.

3. Hidden Fears or Threats: The mysterious man visible only through cracks might symbolize hidden fears or unresolved issues. It suggests that there may be things in my life—either external or internal—that I’m only partially aware of or haven’t fully confronted yet. The fear I felt when I saw him might reflect my anxieties about things I don’t yet understand or can’t control.

4. Symbolism of Separation and Boundaries: The fact that the porch wasn’t mine indicates a sense of detachment or separation from the issues at hand. It’s a reminder that while I may witness struggles or be affected by them, they may not belong to me directly. I need to recognize the difference between my responsibilities and the boundaries I need to set.

Emotional Impact and Reflection:

This dream stirred a lot of emotions—fear, uncertainty, and a desire for protection. It brought to light my instincts to help others, even when I’m not sure how to intervene. I’m learning to recognize my limits and focus on what I can control while also protecting my peace.

Reflecting on the dream has reminded me of the importance of emotional boundaries and trusting the support of my loved ones. It also encourages me to pay attention to external forces or hidden issues in my life that may need attention or resolution.

Has anyone else had dreams that brought up emotions you didn’t realize you were carrying? I’d love to hear your thoughts.

Navigating Life’s Emotional Collisions: A Dream Reflection

Navigating Life’s Emotional Collisions: A Dream Reflection

Last night, I had a dream that left me reflecting on the complexities of family and the emotions we carry as we guide those we love.

In my dream, I was riding in a car with Wayne, a former coworker from my past job. For reasons I can’t quite explain, we were headed somewhere, and the car got into an accident near the back of a building. As we waited for things to settle, I saw an old colleague, Lauren, and started talking to her. Wayne mentioned he was just going to follow the other party home, and I immediately warned him to call the cops. I knew from experience that not involving authorities could cause trouble down the road, especially if the other party didn't have insurance. My son, who was also there, explained the insurance issue too, as he'd faced a similar situation before. I tried to share wisdom from past experiences, but in the end, it was up to them to decide how to handle it.

Afterward, I went inside and spoke to Lauren about something unexpected: I was pregnant. In real life, this couldn’t be true, but in the dream, it symbolized something deeper. I felt like I was carrying an emotional weight — the weight of my children’s lives, their struggles, and the choices they have to make. We talked for a bit before I woke up, with the weight of it all lingering.

As I reflect on this dream, I realize it might not just be about me. It might be about my children and the emotional crossroads they’re facing in their own lives. They show a tough exterior, but underneath, I sense their sensitivity. I feel responsible for them, even though I know I can only advise and guide them. They must make their own decisions, and sometimes it’s hard to step back when you see them struggling.

This dream served as a reminder that while I can offer wisdom, my children must choose their paths, even if it means making mistakes along the way. It’s hard to carry the emotional weight for them, especially when I can’t always see the full picture of what they’re going through. But I trust that, in time, they will find their way, just as I trust that the love and support I offer will always be there, no matter what.

Dream Interpretation: A Journey of Protection, Faith, and Abundance

Dream Interpretation: A Journey of Protection, Faith, and Abundance

Last night, I had a dream that left me with so many thoughts and emotions. It started in a corridor, surrounded by buildings, where I was walking on top of cars without a care, though I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was going to be scolded for it. The dream then shifted to a fire marshal and firemen coming through, inspecting for fire hazards. They found an excessive amount of toilet paper under a house — something I’d stored because my home was overflowing with it. I explained, "We shop at Costco; we always stock up on everything."

The dream then moved to a cousin’s house, where a child started a fire in a field. I quickly jumped into action, trying to put it out, recognizing the risk it posed. But as the fire grew, I couldn’t stop it completely. Eventually, I found myself back in the building, talking to a lady and then a gentleman who asked if it leaked in the shared living room. My response was sarcastic: "It floods out here." The conversation drifted, but something on a cabinet caught my eye — a plaque with the number 100, glowing with goldish numbers on a dark background.

The number 100 stood out so clearly that I woke up with it on my mind. I prayed for clarity, and as I reflected, I felt like there was a deeper message in all of it. Here's what I think God was revealing to me:

The dream was a reminder of my role as a protector and provider for my family. The feeling of walking on cars without consequence suggests that I’m navigating through life’s obstacles with faith, even when I fear judgment. The fire hazard warnings and the excessive toilet paper under the house remind me that preparation is key — spiritually and emotionally. Just as I stock up on toilet paper, I am trying to ensure my family is spiritually covered and cared for, especially in uncertain times. The fire in the field that I tried to stop is a reflection of my desire to shield my loved ones from any risk, even when things start to get out of control.

The number 100 felt like a promise from God. It represents completion, abundance, and fulfillment — reminding me that my prayers are heard, and that I am on the path to seeing God's promises come to fruition. It's a reminder that even when things seem overwhelming, God is at work and His blessings are on the way.

I believe this dream was an affirmation of my prayers for protection, peace, and abundance for my family. It reminds me that I am not alone in this journey and that God sees every effort, every step, and every prayer. The dream encouraged me to keep my faith strong, knowing that God is fulfilling His promises.

As I reflect on this, I am reminded to continue praying and trusting in God's timing. No matter how overwhelming things may seem at times, I can rest in the peace that His plans for us are good.

A Dream, A Battle, and the Power of Prayer

A Dream, A Battle, and the Power of Prayer

Last night, I had a dream that left me feeling drained, yet peaceful. I dreamt I was in the midst of a spiritual battle, one that felt all too real. I was trying to protect my beloved chihuahua, Theo, as I moved a truck, but he had crawled under it, and I feared I might hurt him. I struggled, paralyzed by the thought of causing harm to what I love, and eventually made the decision to move the truck, all while hoping and praying for his safety. It felt like a long, heavy moment, one full of tension and a desperate desire to do right.

Then the dream shifted to an overwhelming scene where I was confronted by something dark and unsettling. A figure, like a paper cut-out of a stick man in a suit with a white face, kept following me, making faces that caused fear and dread. I tried to call out to Jesus, but my words were stuck. I couldn't speak, and it felt like I was trapped in a spiritual struggle. The weight of fear was suffocating, but I kept trying to call on His name, even though it was hard to get the words out.

This dark figure felt like a manifestation of fear, an attempt to silence my faith in the midst of trials. But in the quiet of my heart, I was still fighting, even when it felt like my voice had been taken from me. I eventually woke up, feeling numb but not fearful — drained, yet peaceful, as though I had faced something, but God’s presence had carried me through.

Later in the dream, I found myself in a backyard that wasn’t quite as I remembered it, surrounded by a sense of responsibility to care for a baby I didn’t know and a chicken I saved from the pool. In a way, I was nurturing life, trying to protect and revive it, even when it seemed impossible. I saw that baby and knew I had to take care of it, just as I had to care for the things God has entrusted me with — my family, my animals, my faith.

This dream was a reminder that, while I can’t control everything, I can pray, and in that prayer, I have the power to fight against fear, darkness, and despair. I’ve been praying hard for my children and my husband, asking God for His protection, guidance, and peace. I feel the weight of their struggles, but I know that my prayers are powerful, even when I can’t see the immediate results.

In this season, I hold tight to the promises found in Scripture — knowing that God hears my prayers, even when it feels like I can’t find the words. Psalm 119:125 says, “I am Your servant; give me understanding, that I may know Your testimonies.” I trust that He’s guiding me, showing me how to pray, and giving me the strength to keep fighting spiritually for my family. Psalm 91 reminds me that “He who dwells in the secret place of the Most High shall abide under the shadow of the Almighty.” I find comfort in knowing that God is covering my loved ones, even when the battles feel overwhelming.

Sometimes, our greatest battles happen in the unseen, and all we can do is pray, trust, and hold onto His promises. I pray for peace, for protection, and for healing, knowing that God’s strength is greater than any fear or darkness that may come our way.

If you’re struggling with something today, know that you’re not alone. Keep praying, keep trusting, and remember that even in the most intense battles, God’s love is your shield.

A Quiet Struggle: Finding Peace Amidst Distance and Distraction

A Quiet Struggle: Finding Peace Amidst Distance and Distraction

For almost two weeks, I've been in a quiet but deep struggle with my husband, Edwin. It’s like a silent rift that’s been growing between us, and it breaks my heart. I pray—earnestly, with all my heart—and I wait. But it feels like the more I pray, the more distant we become. All I want is to see him here, present with me, enjoying the life we’ve built. Instead, I find his face consumed by his cell phone, and my own heart consumed by the absence I feel.

This morning, something strange happened. As my alarm went off at 6:40 AM, I felt and almost saw a figure move swiftly out of my room. It was a blur, a shadow, but I could tell it was something or someone. My heart raced as I called out for Edwin, like a question, almost pleading. But there was nothing—only silence, and the sound of the dogs leaving the room. I turned off the alarm and started my morning, realizing Edwin was at work and everyone else was still asleep.

Just a few days ago, I had another strange moment. As I was waking up, I clearly heard someone call my name—loud enough that it felt like they were standing right next to me. The voice sounded just like Edwin’s. I knew it was his voice, but I was still alone.

The Spiritual Interpretation: A Deeper Look
These experiences could be explained in different ways, but I’m leaning towards a deeper, more spiritual explanation. In a time of emotional distance, I wonder if God was speaking to me, trying to wake me up, to remind me that I’m not alone in this struggle. It could be a sign of divine intervention, or even my subconscious reflecting the heartache I’ve been feeling.

The voice calling my name and the blurry figure—could it be that I’m receiving a wake-up call, not just from Edwin, but from something greater? Perhaps it’s a reminder that I need to shift the energy around me before things can change. A small nudge that I am seen, that my prayers are heard, even when nothing feels different.

The Addiction of Distraction
I’ve realized something—Edwin’s phone isn’t just a phone. It’s become an addiction, a barrier between us. Each time I try to bring it up, he shuts down. He becomes more distant. And the more I stay silent, the more distant I feel. It’s not just a phone—it’s a way to escape. And I don’t think he even realizes it.

It hurts to think of how disconnected we’ve become, especially when all I want is for us to enjoy the life we’ve built in the woods, surrounded by family and the simple joys we share. But it’s hard to hold that space when I feel invisible, when I feel like I’m talking to someone who isn’t really there.

The Path Forward
As I try to move forward, I know I need time to process. I’m not sure what the next step is, but I can’t keep carrying the weight alone. I need to find peace, even if things remain unresolved for now. I’ll try to shift the energy, to create moments of connection that don’t directly address the phone or the silence, but instead focus on us—on the love we have and the life we’re still living, despite the distance.

I also need to trust that my prayers are not wasted. Even when I don’t get immediate answers, God sees my heart. And though it may take time, I believe things will shift. Maybe not in the way I expect, but in a way that leads to deeper healing and connection.

A Call to Others in Struggle
If you’re going through something similar—feeling disconnected from your partner or loved ones—know that you’re not alone. Sometimes, the greatest healing comes not from forcing change but from allowing space for growth, for peace, and for patience. Let’s hold on to hope, knowing that even when things feel quiet, the heart’s prayers are heard.

Dream Interpretation: The Hidden Feelings We Can't Always See

Dream Interpretation: The Hidden Feelings We Can't Always See

Last night, I had a dream where I was in charge of an amusement park. While I don't remember many details, I do recall feeling sad, like I hadn’t succeeded in a project or role I had taken on. As I was going about my day, I noticed something—or someone—scurrying through an air duct overhead, trying to hide. I didn't dwell on it, but the image of the hidden figure stayed with me.

After reflecting on this dream, it made me realize that the emotions I felt in the dream mirrored some of the feelings I’ve been experiencing recently.

Interpretation

1. Amusement Park & Leadership:
   Being in charge of an amusement park symbolizes managing something that’s meant to bring joy or fulfillment. This could represent my family, home life, or even my professional aspirations. It’s a reminder that I’m juggling responsibilities that require my energy and attention to keep things running smoothly.

2. Sadness & Disappointment:
   The sadness I felt in the dream reflects a sense of failure or disappointment. Perhaps it's about feeling like I'm not achieving success in certain areas of my life—whether it’s in my relationships, my responsibilities, or even personal projects. With everything on my plate, it makes sense that I might feel this way.

3. The Hidden Figure in the Air Duct:
   The air duct is an interesting symbol—it represents hidden pathways or things that are unseen. The figure scurrying through the duct suggests that there’s something being avoided, either by me or someone else. Maybe there’s an unresolved issue or concern that I’ve been pushing aside, even though it’s still lingering in the background.

4. Going On With My Day:
   Even though I noticed the hidden figure, I didn’t confront it directly in the dream. This could symbolize how, in waking life, I tend to push through difficult emotions, trying not to let them interfere with the flow of my day. I might notice that something’s not quite right but avoid confronting it head-on.

Connecting It to My Real Life:

Upon reflection, I realized that this dream is closely tied to a situation from last night. I was feeling a little upset with my husband. I wanted his attention, but he didn’t give it to me in the way I hoped. I tried not to get angry or annoyed, but when I woke up, that feeling was still there in the back of my mind. I wasn’t mad, but I did feel a little neglected.

This dream and its emotions reflect that unspoken feeling—wanting connection, but not always getting it. The hidden figure could represent that lingering feeling of being unseen or unheard. The dream didn’t let me confront it in the moment, but it’s clear that it’s something worth acknowledging.

I think it’s a reminder to express my needs when I feel overlooked, even if it’s something small. Sometimes we don’t realize how much we’re carrying beneath the surface until it pops up in unexpected ways, like in our dreams.

A Dream of Shadowy Figures and a Castle: Finding Peace in the Chaos

A Dream of Shadowy Figures and a Castle: Finding Peace in the Chaos

Recently, I had a vivid dream that left me feeling both exhilarated and unsettled. In the dream, Edwin and I were in a huge, grand house, almost like a castle. The setting was beautiful, and during the day, we were carefree, running amuck, having fun, and enjoying each other’s company. It felt like a world of freedom and joy. But as night fell, the mood shifted.

When darkness arrived, so did shadowy figures—things that reminded me of the creatures in vampire movies, lurking in the corners and crevices of the house. They were hidden in the shadows, and as they drew closer, Edwin and I found ourselves scrambling to hide and protect ourselves. The fear was real, and we had to navigate through the dark, knowing we were being hunted.

Interpretation: Upon reflecting, I realized that this dream might be reflecting what I’m currently experiencing. The castle symbolizes a place of safety and security, which could represent my home or my inner strength. The carefree fun during the day mirrors the joy I experience when life feels light and hopeful. But the shadowy figures—these hidden, lurking forces—seem to reflect the unseen stresses and fears in my life, ones I may not always be aware of, but which become more apparent when I slow down.

These figures may represent the challenges or hidden fears that I face, particularly the emotional burden of the job search. Just as the darkness hides the creatures in my dream, my worries feel heavier and more overwhelming when I’m tired or feeling vulnerable.

In the dream, Edwin and I were running and hiding, which suggests that even in the midst of joy, there are still pressures to avoid or confront. In my waking life, I’ve been feeling drained from the search for a job, and it’s been emotionally exhausting. The dream speaks to that overwhelming sense of pressure and uncertainty that comes with it.

The Break and the Path Forward: Taking a step back from the job search, as I’ve decided to do, feels like the right thing for now. It's time to recharge, to take a break from the pressure, and to find peace again. I’m trusting that when the time is right, the right opportunity will come. This pause gives me the space I need to regain my strength and clarity.

I’m learning that just like in the dream, I don’t have to hide in fear but instead lean into my faith, trusting that I’m guided toward the right path. The shadowy figures don’t have power over me, just as the challenges of life don’t define me. The peace I seek is within my reach, and God is watching over me as I navigate through this.