Fear.. you don’t scare me!

The other night I had this totally wicked dream. Wicked in the sense of BAD… not good, but praise God anyhow.

Interesting because I rarely have dreams so vivid.

So I saw this battlefield. Fighter planes, jets, bombs, it was basically all out war. I just remember chaos, and all hell breaking lose.  I guess this where it started turning into a nightmare. In middle of the field I saw the devil. It wasn’t so much I “saw” him, but i knew it was representation of him. He was this huge giant in the middle of the battlefield terrorizing everything that was around him.

So while i was still really far off I took a bazooka and shot a rocket at him. (This is when I began to feel fear) As the rocket was about to hit him, he merely caught the rocket and began to laugh. As he was laughing he turned towards me and started chasing me. When I saw that, I was like Oh crap… so I began to run.

As I was running it dawned on me, why am I running?

So I began to pray, and I asked God for a weapon. I don’t remember what weapon He gave me, but after that I knew inside my spirit I was ready to fight. I turned around and woke up.

Enraged, the king questioned the three. He provided one more chance for them to bow to the image and they refused. They cited their reason to refuse as,

“O Nebuchadnezzar, we do not need to defend ourselves before you in this matter. If we are thrown into the blazing furnace, the God we serve is able to save us from it, and he will rescue us from your hand, O king. But even if he does not, we want you to know, O king, that we will not serve your gods or worship the image of gold you have set up.”

Like Shadrach Meshach and Abednego, I long for a spirit that will never bow down to intimidation or fear.