I was issued a set of army fatigues to fit my burgeoning belly. At seven months pregnant, I was being transferred to a battle station. All the soldiers on the transports were lying flat on their backs.

How curious.

When I woke, my spirit was on alert. I asked my women’s Bible study for extra prayer. Being 45 and pregnant, I needed it. Even still, nothing was amiss. Every check-up had been fine.

Two weeks later, on December 18, 2016, I woke at 2:30 a.m. to my own deafening scream. In a dream, I had seen something evil hovering over my room. It pounced on my belly, and I came back to consciousness with a violent roar.

I recalled other recent dreams…of confusion, roller coasters, and storms.

Did these night visions mean something, or were they the result of some bad Chinese food?

That night—I knew the answer.

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