The Dream

The very first morning of my fast, I had a dream. This dream was so intense for me that I woke up with a stiff neck and migraine. This happens quite often when I have those dreams that really stand out and I know it’s from the Lord, not the pain lol the dream.

The Dream: There was a battle going on between Christians and the world. I was looking at this mansion-like white house where people were being brought who had been injured in the world. Everything was white! The Christians were in white clothing and there was an injured person on a white stretcher in the middle of the floor and the injured person had a white sheet over them. The people in white were gathered around and helping this person. I knew that this place was set up to help the wounded.

I don’t remember going into the house but I found myself on a different level of that house. I was observing everything going on around me and all I could think of is why weren’t these people protecting themselves. It was like they were so busy taking in the wounded that they couldn’t see the open doors and windows they had left open. I was really disturbed by it. The house was completely open. As I was standing there a person in dark (I think it was brown with plaid) street clothes walked in and I knew immediately he was evil but he was just standing there and I was standing there staring at him and thinking: this is what I mean: this place is not protected and then I woke up.

I had forgotten the dream because the migraine had my full attention and like I said in the previous blog, I fell asleep and slept half my day away. It wasn’t until Greg and I were talking about life that I remembered this dream. And now it just sticks with me. Kind of like my dogs: stuck to me like glue. The only puzzling aspects of this dream was the brown and plaid. I usually see evil in my dreams as dark and wearing black.  So this was different. He reminded me of a mafia man.

I have no idea why the man was there but he had no weapon that I could see. The house I’m not sure of where this house is located but I think the dream speaks for itself. And that is where I have focused the praying part of this fasting and praying!!

Anyway that was my dream.

Day two of my fast. It seems that the Lord is inputting things into me in the wee hours of the morning. I read and pray all day but it’s not til like 1am that He gives me these amazing nuggets to think about. I’m reading a book called Adamant and it’s been hard to get into and several times I have just wanted to put it down and forget it but God kept prompting me to finish what I started. That’s a whole other story. I finally got to chapter five and the nuggets have been very thought-provoking. Let me leave you with one from the book:

Discernment begins with first tending the soil of our hearts. When we speak, we need to ask ourselves some hard questions, “Am I speaking out of a place of love, or do I want to be seen and heard?” Lisa Bevere