A couple nites ago I had a dream I was playing football. There were only two of us on the field. The opposition was big. Mean looking.
At kickoff I picked up the ball.
As fast and furiously as I could I ran toward the other side in the dream.
It shocked the opposition. He dodged and weaved. I ran directly at him. Fiercely.
Then I woke up. Peggy was worried something was wrong. I was running in bed.
There was nothing wrong, it was ALL RIGHT!
The Spirit of the Lord gave me assurance that I hadn't lost the desire to run to the battle. It's always been who I am. I have always been a fighter, blasting in. Some might think it's a prophetic anointing. I don't know. I do know that fear is not where I live.
God hasn't given me a spirit of fear. There is no fear allowed on the football field of Faith.
Run to the Battle.
It shocks the enemy.
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