God Put the Knife in My Hand

I was flying.

Weightless, I was in the Spirit. Watching from above.

Then I came swooping down and entered my body.

I knew something was coming.

I knew I had been dropped into a moment of war.

My daughter and I were walking in the dark…

It wasn’t just a dream. It was a warning. A war zone. A divine moment of transfer.

It was cold. We were walking on a vast empty street, streetlights on. Still. Silent. I knew she was with me, though her face wasn’t the focus, it was her presence that mattered.

Then a man came out of nowhere. A grown man. Predator. He had a knife. His eyes kept drifting to my daughter. I turned around to face him.

“Get behind me.” I told her.

He approached closer. I made a conscience decision right there: I will fight.

I told her, “Run. Don’t stop. Find help.”

His gaze was then fixed on me and he lunged with his knife. But in the fight… the knife was suddenly in my hand.

I felt it slice my thumb, sharp pain, but I didn’t let go. I gripped it even tighter and raised it with power in my hand. He tried to go around me and I struck. I didn’t wait to be overtaken. I stood between her and the spirit.

And suddenly, I was home. Peaceful. Safe. It felt like the battle was over.

But then came a notification on my phone. I knew it wasn’t just an alert, it was prophetic.

That same man… that same spirit… was now in the area Jake and Baylee were headed. I tried to reach them, nothing. So I went out myself.

And there he was again. He looked different this time, but I knew it was him. Same build. Same presence. He was hiding in the crowd. Same spirit. New face.

Later, we were back at a house, it wasn’t our real one, but it was ours in the dream. That spirit came to the door. Jake almost let him in.

Almost.

But the Holy Spirit in me said: Don’t open it.

Frantic, I slammed the door shut. Locked it. Gave Jake an update. Together, we loaded up our weapons. We were ready. And that man, no longer just a man, manifested. A dark, twisted, demonic form, like a giant black cloud. But he couldn’t enter our home. He was exposed. Denied. Defeated.

This dream wasn’t just for me.

This is happening in the spirit right now.

The spirit of perversion is trying to creep in, to disguise itself, to get through the ones who aren’t paying attention.

But God is handing out weapons to His daughters.

To the ones who say, "Not my child. Not my home. Not my bloodline."

God put the knife in my hand.

I saw the spirit.

And I said NO.