I’m laying across our bed shaking violently with drops of rage rolling down my face.  ‘How did we get here’ are the words that I have been repeating out loud since 3 am.  With my eyes glued to the ceiling i replay the dream I just awoke from. I am crying looking at a shattered crown royal glass strewn underneath the Christmas tree. I walk into the kitchen and look around. I open the door to the garage to see him balled up in our comforter from the bedroom. I pull back the blanket to see a sickly face consisting of half blue moons sitting underneath two sunken eyelids. My lungs expand for air as cells in in my body try to comprehend how this has happened. “Jeremy please come inside” I beg him but he only jerks the cover down hard over his face. “You will get pneumonia sleeping on this cold concrete floor that Cassie used to sleep on. I did not say that you have to sleep out here in the garage, so if you stay out here that is your choice.” I slam the door and cry until I can not cry anymore. ‘In the name of Jesus I rebuke you satan, in the name of Jesus I declare you to leave’ I scream at the top of my lungs. Standing over rhe kitchen sink I stare past the window into the back yard and suddenly an enormous  cyclonic cloud appears casting a dark shadow onto the yard. This cloud grows bigger and darker by the second and paralyzed with fear the only words that can escape my lips were ‘In the name of Jesus, Jesus,…..Jesus’. From this large cloud a large dragon slithered down from the sky towards the windown I am looking through. I scream with fear as snatch the back door open to shake Jeremy awake. I am screaming he has to come inside as he is pushing me away. “There is a dragon outside” I scream as he jumps up with a look on his bruised face to be described as amusement. The garage door being to push open and we both run into the kitchen and slam the door. I crawl towards the sink and pull myself up just enough to see out of the window. The supernatural dragon is circling the backyard for the house furiously as if sniffing out a blood trail. I am calling out to Jesus to rebuke these demon forces and as the whole house begins to shake suddenly I wake up. It was a dream. Demons be gone. This house is mine, and to be used the glory of God.

“Everyone then who hears these words of mine and does them will be like a wise man who built his house on the rock. And the rain fell, and the floods came, and the winds blew and beat on that house, but it did not fall, because it had been founded on the rock. And everyone who hears these words of mine and does not do them will be like a foolish man who built his house on the sand. And the rain fell, and the floods came, and the winds blew and beat against that house, and it fell, and great was the fall of it.” (‭Matthew‬ ‭7‬:‭24-27‬ ESV)