Tuesday, July 28, 2009

The Baby

A well known intercessor once told me that the dreams, visions, and prayers will come in seasons. There will be a time when I may dream, pray, and have visions for a while and then the Lord will allow me to rest. I must say, I have seen the pattern and though I love being available for the Lord – I do welcome those needed rests.

Not every intercessor grieves through praying. The crying is sometimes unbearable as it may go on for hours. The battles can be intense, emotional, and overwhelming but the results are awesome to see and God’s amazing power is present and no words can describe what that feels like.

I have been having dreams lately involving a baby. I understand that baby can mean “new” something born again – new ministry –


The first dream I had involved the baby sitting in my lap at the piano and I was singing to it.

Next Dream:

I saw fire in the back ground, water had risen up to my thigh. I was standing in a living room. Someone gave me the baby that was sick. It had been throwing up. I took the baby in my hands while the fire blazed in the back ground and the water flowed around me. Suddenly I dipped the baby into the water as if to baptize it. I then woke up.

My husband told me that I needed to baptize the new ministry in the Holy Spirit (which was the fire) I will do that and continue to pray asking God to reveal to me the true meaning of what He is showing me.

Saturday, July 18, 2009

A Movement of the Holy Spirit

The Lord moves in mysterious ways and today my eyes were opened to something fresh and new - something that had never happened to me before this moment.


I sat at my computer with hands typing away. I was writing. I had just finished listening to a tape about writing without editing or stopping while you write. I decided to give it a try. I sat down and started writing. I tried to allow my emotions of the story to take me where they wanted and needed to go. I tried to allow the writing to go where it needed to go. I was definitely in a writing zone.

Suddenly something happened. Something outside of my window had my attention. A beautiful aspen tree green and full from the rain we have been getting stands grand and glorious. I love having it near me when I write. If my window were down I could stretch out and grab hold of it.

A small bird landed on one of the branches closest to my window. It just sat there staring at me. I thought it strange and then another came and sat beside that one - right in a row. It too looked at me. I tried to continue writing but obviously I became distracted by the beauty of it all. Then a third bird came and sat beside that one. All three birds sat quietly perched on the same limb and sitting next to each other. They looked and peaked through the window. It was an odd feeling at first. I honestly thought they could see me.


I stopped and leaned toward the window to get a closer look. I could see everything about them. Their eyes, the feathers, the color - all so beautiful. And then the Lord brought to my attention the number three. Holy Spirit, Jesus Christ, and Father. I know it seems strange but I really sensed that I were in the presence of all three of them. A sweet stirring found its way inside my office. I could feel the presence so strongly.



Then with one big swoop the third bird that landed came up to my window and thrust it's wings out fluttering all the while. I gasped thinking he may hit the window but no - he stopped right before the glass and fluttered its wings with a mighty yet beautiful flow all the while appearing as if it were looking at me.




A strong emotion flowed over me and suddenly I found myself in prayer. It was as if the Holy spirit had shown up at my window! I prayed and as usual found myself praying in my prayer language on the floor - tears flowing.

Vision:

I saw myself at the computer writing. I saw the bird come forth and flutter up to the window. I saw the Holy Spirit pour over me and through my hands. I saw in the vision that the Lord was going to anoint my writing. I saw the Holy Spirit flow through my hands and outward to many areas and many places - even Internationally. I cried even more feeling the deep penetration of the Lord upon me.

I saw myself opening a large box. The box was filled with a book I had written. I didn't know if I were going to get published or if I self published. Either way - the Lord was going to bless my efforts and anoint my writing with His presence.

The prayer stopped. I took in a large breath. The tears stopped as if someone had turned the faucet off. The vision ended. I continued to lie before the Lord thanking Him and praising Him for using whatever I had to offer. I said, "May it be so, Lord - May it be so."

Wednesday, July 8, 2009

Scurry in the Walls

(Names have been changed - 7/08/09)

Tonight my husband and I met at someone’s house. I have been there many times before this moment. After sitting for a while, my stomach began to ache and rattle and my spirit became unsettled. I began taking deep breaths and then releasing hoping to settle my spirit. I caught myself rubbing my hands together – uneasy.

After a little time had passed, Jessie asked me what was wrong. He could see that I was uncomfortable. I couldn’t help it – I blurted out, “Something is wrong. Something is here in this house. Something is stirring my spirit, I can feel it.” I began to cry. I knew what I needed to do – go and pray.

My husband asked if I would like for him to take me home. I agreed. Upon entrance to the house, I rushed in to my bedroom, fell on my face, and immediately began to ask God to cleanse me and wash over me. I felt like I needed to brush something off of me or go and take a bath. It was a horrible feeling. It felt like things were crawling over me. I hated it.

I immediately began speaking in my prayer language and the tears came spilling out and pouring over. I asked God to cover me and put my armor on. I then saw the vision of what was happening. I can now understand what I am saying when I speak in my prayer language. This is what I understood.

Vision:

I was asking God to come and surround the house. At that moment a rushing wind rose up fierce like a strong hurricane. It came and surrounded the house. The trees looked as if they would blow over. The wind pulled the branches to their limit bending the trunk of the tree as well. Suddenly a strong and mighty angel – warrior – appeared in front of the front door. The door suddenly blew open with great force making a strong banging noise as if a heavy piece of steel had been dropped from the sky. Immediately a light appeared in the doorway creating the picture of a cross. It was brighter than the sun. The angel stood in the entrance of the doorway as well and the light protruded throughout the entire house.

Then two angels appeared inside the house. The wind continued to carry on outside of the home. I understood that there was a demon in the house and it was hiding. I then saw it running on the inside of the walls. It was small like a little lump. It was fast like a mouse scurrying here, there, and everywhere – hard to catch.

I continued to pray in my prayer language and cry even deeper. The angels were in the house looking at the wall but the demon would not manifest itself. After what seemed a long while of praying, I understood God asking me to go to the phone and call my husband who was still at the house. I was to have him ask Jessie if he has ever heard knocking or banging in his walls. I rose up and went to the phone. I even picked up the phone and started to dial. Out of fear, I then put it down and said to myself, “No – he will think I am crazy.”

I heard the Lord say to me, “Go to the word!” I grabbed my one-year Bible and went to today’s reading – Acts 26:1-32

Paul was pleading his case before King Agrippa because the Jewish leaders were accusing him of something and wanted him thrown in jail. Paul pleads his case and tells him about his adventure on the road to Damascus.

“About noon, Your Majesty, a light from heaven brighter than the sun shone down on me and my companions. We all fell down, and I heard a voice saying to me in Aramaic,

“Saul, Saul, why are you persecuting me? It is hard for you to fight against my will.”
“‘Who are you, sir?” I asked”

“And the Lord replied, ‘I am Jesus, the one you are persecuting. Now, stand up! For I have appeared to you to appoint you as my servant and my witness. You are to tell the world about this experience and about other times I will appear to you. And I will protect you from both your own people and the Gentiles.”

So then Paul explains to the king that he was not “disobedient to that vision from heaven” he was trying to tell the world about it. I read on and this is what really got my attention –

“Suddenly, Festus shouted, “Paul, you are insane. Too much study has made you crazy!”

“But Paul replied, “I am not insane, Most Excellent Festus. I am speaking the sober truth.”

I had to go back and pray – this time I cried out to God for forgiveness because I did not do as he had asked me to do for fear that Jessie and my husband would think I was crazy. I also hesitate to tell others about my experiences because I feel they would think I was crazy. Paul stood firm in what he had seen and what he had heard. He obeyed the Lord by telling about his experience as well.

Suddenly the Lord drew me back into the vision – it was as if we had picked up where we had left off. I confessed and cried out to God that I would do whatever he asked me to do. I wanted to be like Paul.

I continued to speak in my prayer language and asked God to saturate the house with his Holy Spirit. I then saw water starting to seep in from the floor into the walls. The demon began to scurry and move around within the walls. I then vocally out loud said, “Whatever Jessie has brought into this house we renounce it in Jesus’ name! – Be Gone! Be removed!”

I said it about three times and then – I saw:

Movies – DVDs rise up from a bin or box he kept off to the right of the television fly up – hundreds of movies rose up and flew out of the house toward the sky. The strong wind that had surrounded the house carried them away. I continued to speak those words with authority – “Whatever Jessie has brought into this house we renounce it in Jesus’ name! Be Gone! May it be removed! May the Holy Spirit Saturate this house!” I saw things come forth from his computer as well – but not many things mostly movies. I did not know what kind of movies were flying out of the house – only that there were many – many DVDs. Suddenly something was sucked out of the wall and attached itself to a DVD – another and then another! There was more than one demon hiding in the walls! Movies kept pouring out from the bin and flying out of the ceiling of the house – tears flowed and my stomach ached – God was cleansing!

And then the demon that the angels stood over and waited for came rushing out of the wall and attached itself to one of the DVDs – it too was gone. Eventually no more movies or things from the computer left his house – it was all gone. The storm was over.

I sat and cried over the glorious power of the Lord. He is good. The angels stood in the living room and placed their hand upon Jessie – as if to comfort him or convict him. Jessie leaned over understanding the need to change.

May it be so Lord – may it be so.

Monday, July 6, 2009

Dream July 3, 2009

I awoke early remembering the dream in the detail and a deep burden sat on my heart. I knew I needed to pray. A part of me wanted to call but for now I will resist the urge to make the phone call until God tells me otherwise.

Dream:

I saw a very close friend of mine who lives in another state. At some point her husband called me on the phone to tell me that she was leaving him and they would be separating.


It was as a simple as that. I then woke up feeling an unrgency to pray for the two of them. I know that the dream can sometimes symbolize other people in your life. I thought it odd that it would be those two. They are happy as far as I know. I will make a call soon to see if everything is okay. In the meantime I have prayed and will continue to do so.