I had a strong dream just before waking up one night. I got out of bed as soon as I woke up and came into the living room. The following was the dream.

My best friend and sister in Christ, Pat and myself were in an enormous hotel. We were standing in a big room that was on the ground floor. We noticed there was a boxing ring set up in the middle of the room. As we stood there we heard someone ask, "Is there anyone who would like to get into the ring with the boxer?" He was already standing inside the ring. I quickly stood up and said, "I would!"

I did something though before I stepped into the ring. I left the room where the boxing ring was and made my way to the elevator. I then went up to the floor to where my room was. Once I was in my room I started going through what I had packed. I found a shirt, it was like a sleeveless t-shirt which had words, sayings, and verses about Jesus written all over it, so I put it on. I continued and found another little thicker shirt. It also had sayings about Jesus all over it, so I put that one on over the other. I then looked for another shirt, a third shirt. I found one and this one covered me, my whole upper body. It also had verses, and other things written all over it about Jesus. I put that one on over the other two. I continued to look and found a heavy pair of pants, so I put the pants on. I also did the same with the shoes. When I finished putting the shoes on I knew I was covered so I left the room.

I made my way back down to the boxing ring. As I walked up to the outside of the ring I had someone tape my hands to protect them and then they put boxing gloves on me. The oddest thing was what they put on my head. It was not something used for boxing, it was a helmet, like a suit of armor. I then stepped into the ring, and I didn't waste time. I started right into him; hitting the one in the ring. I was throwing one punch after the next as fast as I could. I suddenly had him down on the mat and I was not letting up. He wasn't able to even get a punch in on me. I was hitting him so hard you could hear the punches when they hit. Suddenly, I felt hands grabbing me on each of my arms. They pulled me off who I was hitting. I wasn't letting up though, I was still throwing punches as they pulled me off. Who was I boxing? It was satan! Who were the two who pulled me back? They were angels! I then woke up and as I did both my hands were moving forward. I was laying on my stomach which I never do, and I hit the wall at the head of my bed with my hands.

I will fight with everything in me against the enemy, not only for myself but for others. All he is doing when he does the things he does is make me stronger and more determined to defeat him. You think he would figure out he is messing with the wrong person but he is not very smart. You see, I have been fighting since I was a child. I am not a survivor, I AM A WARRIOR FOR GOD!

Songs included, "Don't Tread On Me" by We The Kingdom and "No More" by Beckah Shae.

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