November 9th,
Some say fire destroys.
But I've seen fire purify.
And tonight, it did both.
***
The first night of the revival was electric.
The chapel grounds had never been so full. Students filled the seats, some sitting on ledges, others standing under trees. Even those who once mocked the fellowship stood at the back, pretending not to care—but unable to leave.
We could feel the tension. A clash in the atmosphere.
The air was charged with something unseen—like angels had drawn swords and demons had formed ranks.
Tony, Anita, and I stood backstage, hands locked in prayer.
"This isn't just a revival," Anita whispered. "It's a battlefield."
Isaiah opened the service with worship. The kind that pulls heaven close. The moment his voice rose, something broke in the atmosphere.
People began to cry. Some dropped to their knees without knowing why.
Then it was time.
I stepped forward, heart pounding. But as soon as I opened my mouth to speak, a shadow moved across the crowd.
Someone screamed.
Then another.
A girl fainted. A guy began shouting in tongues—real ones.
Suddenly, the lights flickered. The mic cut off.
And then—
A deep, guttural voice rang out from someone near the back.
"You will not take this ground!"
A boy—eyes rolled back—was speaking with a voice not his own.
People began to panic.
Isaiah grabbed the mic and shouted, "Prayer warriors, rise!"
That was all we needed.
Tony moved first, speaking boldly in tongues. Anita followed. And then I…
I raised my hand and said the only name that ever mattered.
"In the name of JESUS, let the fire of God fall!"
Suddenly—
A wind swept through the chapel like a roar.
People cried out as chains broke.
The possessed fell flat.
The boy screaming collapsed in tears.
And then—
A vision hit me.
I saw a burning tree.
At its base was Kyros, bound in chains and screaming as fire consumed the shadows around him.
Then I heard a whisper.
"This is only the beginning. Your name is not just Sandra. It is banner, light-bearer, daughter of thunder. And you will lead many into the fire."
The lights came back on. The mic returned.
But no one could speak.
Everyone was on their faces—worshipping, crying, repenting.
And in the midst of it all, I saw her.
Mayumi.
Standing at the back, hands lifted. Healed. Glowing. Whole.
***
The campus has changed.
We have changed.
Not because of us—but because of Him.
This diary may end here…
But the fire He started will burn until every shadow flees.
Selah.