I have written down most of the dreams as soon as I wake up, but some of my first dreams( The ones before I really knew that God was speaking to me) I didn't write down.
This is one of the very first dreams I can remember God speaking to me.
About 9 years ago I dreamt this:
I was in a large house filled with teenagers. I went to an upstairs room with a very sick child in my arms to pray for him. The room was dark, but I could still hear the voices of the teens from downstairs. Suddenly there was a large gust of wind that slammed the door shut. I couldn't escape. It felt like there was a presence in the room trying to hurt the child and I was trying to protect it. I began to scream at the presence and telling it to leave in Jesus name. I began praying very loudly and trying to scream for help, but no sound would come out of my mouth.
My husband,Randy. woke me up because I was screaming in my sleep.
In my walk with God at the time of this dream I had no idea what it meant.
Remembering this dream now I can still feel the protectiveness I had for the child. It has awakened a desire God put in my heart a long time ago and brought freshness to the things God has asked my whole family to do. The how to accomplish it all has just not been revealed yet. So we sit patiently waiting and praying for guidance.
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