Spritual Warfare 

October 29, 2025

Since returning from the women’s retreat in Wisconsin Dells, I’ve been having strange dreams — unsettling ones that I can only describe as spiritual warfare.

On the last night at the resort, I dreamt that my older sister dropped me off at a Greyhound station. It was dark, and while I waited, the night sky began to light up with images. The first was a face — a statue from an ancient civilization. Then flashes of other scenes: an airplane nosediving, and more I can’t quite recall.

I thought it strange, so I got up and found a nearby building. I walked past a group of people waiting for the same bus. I felt uneasy — though things were calm, something in the atmosphere felt off.

Inside the building, I was greeted by a woman in a pink gown. Her arms were stretched out as if to receive me, and I felt relieved to “know” someone. But when she and another woman sat down, their demeanor shifted — their faces darkened, and I knew something wasn’t right.

Then suddenly, a dark shadow came from the left and tried to attack me. I threw up my arms to block it — both in my dream and in the bed. I cried out the Name of Jesus Christ again and again, and eventually, the darkness fled.

When I woke, I knew what this was. I’ve experienced it before.
After the retreat, the strange dreams continued — one after another. My husband woke me several times; once I was yelling at something in my sleep, another time I was fighting. From experience, I know what this means: I am under spiritual attack.

A Familiar Battle

When I returned to Christ in 2004–2005, I went through a similar season. Night after night, I had dark dreams — vivid and terrifying.

One I’ll never forget:
I was with my younger sister, running from a demon. We hid inside an old Chevy like the one my dad used to drive. My sister was in the back seat; I hid in the front, curled in a fetal position on the floorboard, trembling.

When the demon approached, it saw my sister first. She instantly died, her hand hanging over the seat. I was paralyzed in fear. But before the demon could see me, the song playing on my bedside radio entered my dream — it was playing “Sing to Jesus” by Fernando Ortega.

The song filled the air, and I saw the demon’s fear. It fled from the sound of worship.
I woke up, and the song was still playing on my radio. I got on my knees and praised God.

Even in my sleep, Jesus fought for me.

The Dream of the Inner Circle

Just the other morning, I had another dream — different from the rest.
In this one, the Holy Spirit fell upon me, and I felt a holy fire stirring inside. I began gathering people — believers who would stand against the works of Satan. I called on someone to help me organize a team, and people began to show up.

But distractions came — small, almost insignificant, yet enough to delay the mission. When we finally gathered in a loose circle, I began to share our purpose, but more interruptions followed. The group split. Some stayed behind while a small group came outside to regroup.

That’s when I realized — the small group was the inner circle.

They were the ones who would train, equip, and prepare others. Every ministry has one. Every work of God begins with a few who are willing to go deep before going wide.

When I woke up, the meaning was clear:
God has invited me and my husband into the inner circle of God’s Way Prison Ministry.
I wept as I told him — overwhelmed by the grace of being included in something so sacred.

I also thought about our local church, True Life, and how within every ministry, there is always an inner circle — those chosen to strengthen, prepare, and support the work.

Legacy of Faith

Just receiving this revelation has already blessed me. My prayer now is that God continues to use me and my husband, and that our family will serve Him wholeheartedly — leaving behind a legacy of faith.

Now I understand what my mother left for us.
Her legacy wasn’t wealth or status.
It was faith.

And that, truly, is the greatest inheritance.

Praise Jesus Christ — He is beautiful. What a privilege to be counted as His, to serve alongside Him, and to walk with others who believe.