Wednesday, September 22, 2010

Dreams

I have had many dreams this past week. They are too personal to share. I guess I am still trying to figure them out as well. I will continue to seek - listen - watch - and wait. The Lord always reveals in time.

Thursday, September 2, 2010

An American Soldier

Sunday Morning - 7:30am - a stirring in my heart. Tears flow. I need to pray. I put my "I'm praying" sign on the door, locked it, and fell to the floor. I prayed swiftly and urgently in my prayer language. I understood that I was asking the Lord to cover me with the blood that Jesus shed for me on the cross. I could feel his presence flowing through me - shivers as if I were cold flew over my whole body - yet there was warmth.

I asked God to clear my mind and heart. I told him that I accept the task. Suddenly the vision began to unfold. I could see a foreign country. People were scattering. It was still dark there. I saw a woman dressed in a veil and head covering running away from the battle and to the south. She was carrying a baby. There was fire and explosions. I saw large trucks. Gin fire in the streets. It appeared to be happening in some kind of town or community on a main street. People scattered. A large hand held missile was shot. I'm not sure what they are called. It barely missed the woman.

My vision then turned to an American soldier in a cave like area. He had somehow gotten separated from his group. I could see that he was scared. I understood that he had called out to God for help. He did not appear to have his weapon. My view went toward another American soldier squatting beside a large army truck. He held his weapon up and began to fire. He was shot and killed. It was as if he were trying to protect the soldier in the area where he was trapped.

At that moment a group of rebels - or soldiers - they did not wear any markings - just black head dresses - began to approach. There was a group of about five or six of them. They were looking for the soldier in the cave area. He stood to the right as you enter the cave and leaned into the rock - almost as if he were to become attached to it.

As the rebel soldiers approached, my prayer language increased and I began to cry even more. Everything intensified. I understood what I was saying. At one point as the soldiers approached the outside of the cave area, I knew I was saying, "In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Ghost, may the Lord's protection fall upon this man."

At that moment, the group of rebel soldiers came upon the entrance to the cave. They started to walk into the cave to search for the man - but they stopped at the entrance. They all looked into the cave but because the soldier was hiding to the right they could not see him. The soldier heard them approaching and stood very still and silent.

The rebel soldiers stood outside of the cave and wanted to go in but for some reason to them they did not. They spoke in their language a bit and then left. I understood that the Lord's hand was placed in the entrance and no one could enter the cave.

I continued to cry and pray in my prayer language thanking God for his amazing protection. I saw the soldier sneaking through the field and I saw angels walking with him. There was a glow brighter than the sun. He was safe. I knew that he would be safe.

Update: After hearing the news about the deadly attack over the weekend, I have no doubt that the prayer had something to do with that.

"KABUL, Afghanistan — Seven U.S. troops have died in weekend attacks in Afghanistan's embattled southern and eastern regions, while officials found the bodies Sunday of five kidnapped campaign aides working for a female candidate in the western province of Herat.

Two servicemen died in bombings Sunday in southern Afghanistan, while two others were killed in a bomb attack in the south on Saturday, and three in fighting in the east the same day,"