Sometimes we find ourselves in situations that arent good for us. And when we try to get out, its as if we are caught in this giant maze and we cant find the exit.
I once had a dream that I was with family. My house was decorated with skulls. The windows were unlocked and men were climbing in the house.
I went to try to get out of the home. I opened the door and almost made it out, but right before I did I was wrestled to the ground.
It was as if the entrance held something foul that would not let me go.
There are many of you like this. Getting past the door is a place where the enemy wrestled you over and over again.
It seems like freedom will never come. But it will.
There is no way it cant.
