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.