Walking into this dream, this crazy, out-of-the-ordinary, finally happening, dream, is basically the same thing as running head on into a war with satan. I am about to go to the other side of the world to proclaim the Gospel of Jesus Christ and satan is definitely not jumping up and down screaming for joy. As I have learned from my past trip experiences, satan will do anything to try and tear me down and make me want to give up. Whether, it's shoving the biggest bucket of doubt he can find into my mind, or snatching away a golden opportunity at the last second, he's not backing down.
