Grizzly Horses

Introduction

In the last post, I shared that this series would reflect on some intense visions I’ve been experiencing. Each vision is unique, but a single theme echoes through them all: Pay attention and be close to the Father.

Today, I want to share the first vision, which I’ve named Grizzly Horses. It’s a picture of chaos, fear, and a spiritual shift that is coming for all of us. The dream left me shaken, but in it, I believe there’s a message we cannot ignore. Let me take you into it.

---

The Vision

On January 2, I woke from two dreams. The first seemed to stir up old pains in my life, as though loosening soil before planting a seed. It kept me from falling too deeply asleep so that I wouldn’t miss the second dream—the one I now know was the real message.

In this dream, I was driving east on 44th Street in Grand Rapids, heading home after a long day. You know that bone-deep weariness when your eyes feel impossibly heavy? That was me.

As my eyelids closed for what felt like a second too long, I opened them to chaos.

Three massive grizzly bears were attacking the city just as I crossed Division Avenue. Their blood-matted fur gleamed under layers of dust. Drool streamed from their jaws, pooling on the pavement like oil. Their swollen eyes burned with unrelenting rage.

One bear swatted at pedestrians with claws like pitcher’s mitts. Another bit through car tires, immobilizing vehicles and trapping their passengers. The sound of their growls was so guttural, it rattled in my chest.

Dust swirled everywhere. People screamed. Some ran; others froze in terror. Cars crashed as drivers tried to escape. The bears didn’t discriminate. They mauled anything in their path.

I was stuck. Trapped in my car behind a pile of vehicles, trying to inch forward with no escape in sight.

Then, the ground began to quake.

To my right, a towering black Friesian war horse thundered toward me. It was the size of a T-Rex, its coat shining like pressed silk. Each hoof slammed into the earth with enough force to send shockwaves through the ground, adding to the chaos.

Its mane whipped wildly in the air. Its head was down, teeth bared, mouth wide open as it screamed—a sound so deafening it seemed to swallow every other noise. It was like a freight train crashing through glass.

And it was charging straight at me.

In terror, I tried to back up, but I couldn’t. The horse plowed through cars and people as though they were paper. And then, to my left, I saw one of the bears mauling a woman. Her screams jolted me from my frozen state.

Suddenly, the cars blocking my path were gone. I pressed the gas and sped forward, desperate to escape. But before I could get far, another war horse appeared—this one a painted Friesian, white with deep brown markings.

It was just as enormous, just as muscular, and just as terrifying. Steam poured from its nostrils like smoke from a chimney. Its scream matched the first, a sound so primal it made my bones feel brittle.

I had no time to react. It charged directly at my windshield. Just as its hooves made contact, I woke up.

---

Processing the Dream

I lay in bed, heart pounding, body trembling. The weight of the dream pressed on me like a physical force.

I whispered to God, “What in the world was that?”

At first, I didn’t know what to ask. Finally, I said, half-joking, “Are you trying to tell me the world is ending?”

The silence that followed was deafening.

And then, God replied, “That’s what it’ll feel like.”

---

The Feeling

When God said, “That’s what it’ll feel like,” I realized that the message wasn’t in the bears or the horses themselves. It was in the feeling the dream created:

The fear. The panic. The primal need to escape. Even believing for a brief moment that I actually could—but realizing it was a false hope.

There was no escape.

This is what the spiritual shift will feel like. Not just for me. For all of us.

---

The Spiritual Shift

As mentioned in the first post, I’m not claiming to know when Christ will return or even what these visions mean in exact detail. But so many of us are sensing a deep shift in our souls. It’s connected to everything—wars, weather, politics, morality—but it’s also beyond all of them.

This dream painted a picture of what my soul feels in the face of this coming shift. The chaos. The upheaval. The inescapable force of it all.

---

Hope in the Midst of Chaos

Here’s the thing: The onset of Christ’s reign will not feel like the peaceful passing of power we might imagine. It will feel like a hostile takeover, as the Lion of Judah defeats the ruler of this world. Revelation describes it vividly—seals breaking, trumpets blasting, bowls pouring out. The natural world isn’t being punished; it’s responding to the waves of spiritual violence.

But be encouraged.

This upheaval isn’t just the end—it’s also the long awaited beginning. Like the thawing of winter, the shift will feel harsh, but it’s ushering in a new season of life.

---

Final Thoughts

First, we often attribute spiritual discomfort to attacks from Satan. But in Revelation, all the horses, plagues, and even the spiritual violence are orchestrated by angels at the command of God. These events aren’t random acts of destruction—they’re part of God’s divine plan to reclaim His creation.

Trying to avoid, rebuke, or resist this discomfort won’t stop what the Lord is doing. In fact, it will put you in direct opposition to Him. Fighting God is futile. If this shift is from Him, then our job as His followers is not to stand in its way but to align ourselves with what He’s doing.

Second, there’s a deep temptation to understand every meaning behind dreams and visions. While I do believe there’s a place for interpretation, we have to discipline this urge. Too often, the quest for answers is rooted not in faith, but in fear—an attempt to soothe our insecurities with knowledge or control what we cannot.

Even if you could uncover every mystery of a vision, the strategy for living it out would be the same as if you didn’t know.

Pay attention and be close to the Father.

Don’t let discomfort make you run. Don’t let your need for control pull you into overanalysis. Stay near to Him, trust Him, and surrender to the work He’s doing in and through this spiritual shift.