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  • The Party I Couldn’t See Clearly

    The Party I Couldn’t See Clearly

    Sometimes I want to share a side of me I’m literally unconscious to — in hopes that writing it out might help me make sense of what God is trying to communicate.

    Dreams are funny like that. They pull out pieces of us we didn’t even know were still there.

    For a long time, I used to smoke just so I wouldn’t dream. I didn’t want to see or remember. But Jesus has called me into sobriety, and part of that gift is feeling again — and seeing again, even in my sleep.


    The Dream

    I was at this huge gathering — something like a Miami-style party inside a big hall. It had that electric energy where you can feel the bass before it even drops.

    I was in charge of the music, scrolling through my phone trying to pick the perfect song to start the night off. The one I had in mind?

    “Shake that ass, bitch, and let me see what you got.” 😅

    Yeah… that one. I knew it would make the crowd go wild. I could practically see everyone jumping up, ready to dance.

    But when I pressed play, something changed. The song came out completely different — same energy, but no filth. It was clean. Joyful. Beautiful even. And somehow, everyone still loved it.

    Then out of nowhere, Wendy Osefo from Real Housewives of Potomac shows up, offering to “help” me — but in that condescending, I-know-better-than-you tone.

    I told her, “This is Miami. I know what to play.” And I meant it.

    But as I tried to find the song again, the screen started to blur. The letters looked fuzzy, like I needed glasses but didn’t have any. My eyes started burning and tearing up. I kept rubbing them, straining to see — and then I woke up.


    The Meaning

    This dream felt like a tug-of-war between who I was and who I’m becoming.

    The party reminded me of my past — loud, wild, and full of “fun” that left me empty the next morning.

    The song represented that old part of me that used to perform for attention and acceptance. But when I played it, God changed the tune. He took what once glorified the flesh and made it something pure.

    That’s redemption. That’s God flipping the script. 🙌

    Wendy showing up? That was the voice of criticism and doubt — the kind that makes you second-guess yourself or feel like you’re not qualified enough.

    But my response — “I know what to play” — was a reminder that I know the territory God pulled me from. I know how to reach the people still living there, because I used to be one of them.

    And those blurry letters? That hit deep.

    It’s like God was saying, “You’re trying to read the old script, but your eyes don’t work that way anymore.”

    You’ve outgrown the lenses that used to make sense of your past. He’s giving you new sight — spiritual sight. And maybe those tears in the dream were part of that cleansing.


    The Spiritual Layer

    “The eye is the lamp of the body. If your eyes are healthy, your whole body will be full of light.” — Matthew 6:22

    God’s been doing eye surgery on my soul.

    I used to see through smoke and darkness, but now He’s teaching me how to see through light.

    I don’t have to perform anymore. I don’t have to play music that stirs up chaos just to feel alive.

    I just have to play what He gives me — and trust that His sound will reach the ones it’s meant to.


    💭 Dream Reflection Challenge

    Take a moment this week to sit quietly and ask yourself:

    🎶 What kind of “music” am I playing with my life right now?
    👁️ Is my focus on entertaining the crowd — or honoring the One who changed my tune?
    🕊️ Where might God be adjusting my vision so I can see more clearly through His eyes?

    Sometimes clarity comes with tears.
    And sometimes, the only way to truly see…
    is to let Him rewrite the song. 🎵

    In peace and with Aloha,
    💖 Your Sista Ritza

  • From Nightmare to Victory: How Jesus Showed Up in My Dream

    From Nightmare to Victory: How Jesus Showed Up in My Dream

    ✝️ From Nightmare to Victory: How Jesus Showed Up in My Dream

    Before I jump into the dream, let me be real with you.
    For years, I used to smoke marijuana just so I wouldn’t dream. 🌫️
    I didn’t want to remember anything when I slept—no pain, no memories, no attacks, nothing. Dreams scared me because they felt too real… too spiritual.

    But when Jesus called me to sobriety, He didn’t just take away the weed—He restored my mind. 🌱✨
    Now, I dream again. I remember again.
    And instead of running from what I see, I’ve learned to pray through it.

    Normally, I would’ve written this dream off as just another weird nightmare. But this time, I knew better. This time, I knew God was showing me something worth sharing.

    😨 The Chase

    In my dream, I was trapped in a house being chased by something dark—part monster, part demon, part vampire. It was pure evil. 👿
    My mom was there, calm, untouched, but she walked away. I ran through room after room, desperate for safety. Each room felt like another part of my life—places where fear still lived rent-free.

    Then I saw my little cousins playing. Their eyes widened with fear, and without saying a word, they closed the door to protect themselves. That moment hit me—sometimes, innocence just hides when fear walks in. 🚪💔

    🙏 The Confrontation

    I dove under a bed, trying to disappear, but the monster found me. It grabbed my leg and started dragging me out.
    I could feel its evil closing in.

    That’s when something in me snapped—in the best way.
    I screamed, “JESUS! HELP ME!” 🙌
    Over and over again.
    I prayed, I cried out, I declared His name like my life depended on it. Because it did.

    And then—everything changed.
    The air shifted. 🌬️
    Darkness trembled. 😈
    Fear lost its grip. 💪

    ✝️🔥 The Cross and the Fire

    I ran outside and suddenly a man appeared—an actor from the old TV show Hercules. (Yes, God used that guy in my dream! 😂)
    He said, “I can help you form a cross.” He stood behind me, arms stretched horizontally, while I lifted mine vertically. Together, we formed the shape of the cross—and we prayed like warriors. 🕊️

    The demon shrieked and burst into flames. It burned until nothing but ash remained. 🌋
    A nearby tree fell, revealing huge Easter-egg-sized shells beneath it. One was cracked open and empty. The others were still sealed. 🥚🌳
    I didn’t fully get it then, but I knew—the monster was gone.

    💡 The Meaning

    When I woke up, I realized this wasn’t a nightmare; it was a spiritual victory. 🏆
    The house was my heart.
    The demon was fear and generational bondage.
    The calmness of my mom symbolized what some before me accepted as normal.
    And the cousins? They were the innocent ones—protecting themselves, but powerless to fight.

    Yet when I called on Jesus, the darkness had no choice but to bow. 🙏
    The cross became my weapon, and the fire—God’s power—consumed what once tried to destroy me.
    The small lizard left behind? That’s what the enemy looked like defeated—tiny, weak, broken. 🦎💀
    And those eggs? Hidden things brought into the light. Empty now. Powerless. ✨

    🕊️ The Victory

    This dream wasn’t random—it was revelation.
    God was showing me that He’s breaking off generational chains and silencing the voices that once chased me.
    He reminded me that when I speak His name, the enemy loses ground. Every. Single. Time. ⚡

    “The name of the Lord is a strong tower; the righteous run to it and are safe.” — Proverbs 18:10

    🌿 Celebrate Recovery Reflection

    When I shared this dream with my Celebrate Recovery family, I couldn’t help but see the connection between this dream and the first three steps of the CR journey. It was like God showed me my healing process in motion—just through a dream. 🌙

    Step 1 — Powerless:
    🏃‍♀️ When I was running through the house, hiding under the bed, I was living out Step 1: realizing I am not God and that I can’t control everything. Fear had me on the run, and I was exhausted. I was powerless.

    Step 2 — Hope:
    ✨ But when I called on Jesus, something shifted. That’s Step 2—believing that a Power greater than myself could restore me to sanity. That’s when faith entered the room.

    Step 3 — Surrender:
    🙌 And when I stood in the shape of the cross, that was Step 3—making a decision to turn my life and my will over to the care of God. I wasn’t just saying His name anymore; I was standing in His authority.

    That’s what recovery looks like. You stop running, you believe He can, and then—you let Him. ❤️

    “Submit yourselves, then, to God. Resist the devil, and he will flee from you.” — James 4:7

    💪 Your Turn to Stand

    If something’s been chasing you—fear, addiction, shame, control—you don’t have to hide anymore.
    Call on Jesus. 📣
    Speak His name. 🕊️
    Form your cross. ✝️
    Stand your ground. 🧍‍♀️🔥

    Because when you call on Jesus, hell shakes.
    And when you stand in His power, darkness burns. 💥

    Closer to the Kingdom Reflection

    • What “monsters” have been chasing you lately? 😈
    • Have you been hiding instead of fighting in the Spirit? 🕊️
    • How can you let the cross cover those dark corners today? ✝️

    ❤️ Signed with Love,

    ✝️ Your Sista Ritza
    Real. Redeemed. Still standing. 💃


    📢 Share Prompt

    🕊️ If this post spoke to you, share it with someone who’s fighting their own battle tonight. Remind them—Jesus still wins. 💪🔥