As I walked alone, I went into the quiet that I didn’t know existed. After a brief moment, it was gone.

On the next walk, a vision opened and I felt something or someone approaching from behind. I turned and saw a big white horse with a rider approaching. The rider and the horse passed through and exited out the front of me.

The warrior held a sword in his right hand, swinging it overhead. He wasn’t big, but there was a fierceness about his endeavor.

I looked down the path I was walking and saw a company of dark forces coming towards me. The warrior rode onward into the forces that were coming.

I didn’t see the battle take place, but all the dark forces were gone and I was left weakened. Immediately, I felt a peace that I had never known before.

The warrior was my savior, the hope of salvation. He had fought and won the battle on my behalf.