In the Darkness

Dream - April 10, 2013

I held my son in my arms. He was older - around 10 or 12 years old. He sat in my lap and his legs dangled to the side while his head rested on my shoulder. He was sleeping. Nothing startled him or woke him up. People spoke to me but that didn't wake him. I carried him into a pub or tavern looking room. We sat at a round table while others sat in tables across from us. The room was lit but dark. I looked up and saw that the ceiling was draped in light bulbs. There must have been over a thousand light bulbs. I said, "someone turn the lights on."

No one moved to do anything. I looked around to see that the plug to the light bulb was not plugged in to the outlet. I asked again, "Someone turn the lights on." No one moved.

I then woke up.


Follow Up:

After praying through about this dream, I realized the Lord was showing me that my son was sleeping spiritually. The lights were there - all he needed to do was ask the Lord to turn them on. He needed to invite the Holy Spirit into his life and awaken his soul - to set him on fire - to revive him.

I shared that with my son and I will continue to pray God lights a fire beneath him and baptizes him with the Holy Spirit.

God Protects

Last night I had two dreams that I will not go into. I woke with a heaviness and an emotion stirring within me. I started to cry or wanted to and understood that I needed to pray. I fell to the floor as usual and began immediately speaking in my prayer language. Right away I saw a bullet coming towards me. I could see it so clearly - every detail and it was magnified to a very large size. I didn't get the feeling that I was being shot - but just that I was observing.

I then saw what looked to be a teenager or college student crouched against the wall. He was scared. No one else was around him. I saw that he was in a school of some kind. I began to pray more intensely until a face shot up in front of me. It was the one who was planning the attack or was going to attack. He looked to be in his twenties but I really couldn't tell. So many high school students today look older. He had hair at shoulder length - brown. I also saw another face flash up in the distance. I believed that it was someone who was helping him - or it could have been the one planning the attack but only at a distance. I wasn't sure.

I prayed in the spirit - my stomach groaned and tears fell. I didn't see anyone else get shot or shot at. I wasn't sure if the man was trying to attack a certain person or if his attack was going to target a school of some kind.

I then saw Jesus dressed in white and surrounded by a white glow. He approached the student from behind. Jesus leaned over to him, and then took his arm and raised him to his feet. He then took the young man by the arm and walked out of the building with him. As soon as Jesus walked out of the door with him, my tears stopped, I took in a deep breath, and it was over.


Praise God for our protection!

Loss and Despair

I awoke from a horrid dream. The three times I have ever had a dream about someone dying they all did. God has a way of warning, preparing, and sending messages. I am hoping this dream is one that symbolizes certain things God wants me to know rather than him telling me that someone is about to lose their life.
                                                                                                                                        

Dream:
I saw a woman I know. I understood that her daughter was very ill and in the hospital. I was very concerned in the dream and knew that I needed to pray for her as well as her daughter. Time passed before I picked up the phone to call and inquire about her daughter.

I asked, "How is your daughter?"

She responded, "She died - right after my husband died."

I was in complete shock! I remember pacing around the room saying, "No! What happened?"

"He slipped," she said.

                                                                                                                                            

Mt heart sank. I awoke with such grief. I will pray, search, and only time will tell. This I do know:

"Even though I walk through the darkest valley, I will fear no evil, for you are with me; your rod and your staff, they comfort me."

Psalm 23:4

A Home Divided

The other day the Lord revealed something to me in a dream. Of course at the time it didn’t make much sense but as I began my search for God to reveal the meaning – things began to unfold.


Dream – February 2011

Night had settled and it seemed strange that I would be traveling in an unknown area with someone I didn’t know. A man took me to a house and I understood in the dream that he needed to show me something. The house was small and at first glance I could see light coming through the cracks of it. The box like house was made of wood planks and the light glimmered through the cracks. I thought it strange that it was not sealed very well.

The man and I got out of the vehicle and he walked me over to an area where the darkness was even stronger. We lay prostrate on the cold ground and watched the house from a distance. I could see a security guard on top of the roof holding a rifle. Behind him was a man dressed in regular clothing.

The man with me tapped on my arm to get my attention. I looked his way and he pointed up to the top of the roof where the guard stood. On the ground walking around the house was another guard with a gun. I saw the guard on the ground turn and shoot the guard on the roof. The guard on the roof fell to the ground and the man who had been standing behind him nodded his head at the guard on the ground – almost as if to say, “Good job.”

I understood at that moment that the guard on the ground had been in disguise. He pretended to be guarding the house – but shot the real guard. I also understood that there was something going on in the house that was evil.

We lay very still as the footsteps approached us. They were looking for us. I could hear the men on the ground coming our way and coming very close. I was almost afraid but understood that I was covered and concealed so that they could not see me. After a moment they left.

Next Scene:

I saw two women with bullet holes in their cheeks. They were dead. One had more holes in her face than the other. I wasn’t sure how it was all connected.

Sunday February 19, 2011


I had been aware of Lisa (name changed) and Julie’s (name change) conflict. It had been going on for quite some time and my husband and I had been praying for them both as well as for their family. We had also spent time with them helping them to sort through their issues. It was a difficult situation.

After church one of the ladies approached me and shared a part of the newest conflict between the two. That last week they had one of the worst fights they had ever had. As one woman began to share what happened during the fight, the Lord suddenly reminded me of the dream.

The two women I saw in the dream were these two women! The bullet holes in their cheeks were a symbol of their words, gossip, and slander they had been exchanging between each other. They were spiritually and emotionally dead. The Lord revealed to me that their home was under attack. Everything began to unfold!

In urgency I felt God telling me that I needed to share with the women what he revealed to me. I gathered them both and began to share about my dream. They both accepted it and understood the revelation. They both agreed that they have been feeling an oppression and darkness over their house. (they lived in the same house)

I shared that God revealed that the protection of the house had been removed – that they needed to pray against the enemy who had come against their home and against them. They needed to pray and ask God to come in and take back the territory they had released to the enemy.

We spoke of the conflict and that though they appeared to be fighting each other – the real wrestle was against the enemy and against the principalities of darkness. We spoke of how they needed to join forces and begin to saturate the house in prayer and love for one another. They both agreed! They understood that two are stronger than one. They understood that their fighting was futile. They understood that they do love one another. I shared that in my quiet time, just the day before, I read that “a house divided against itself will fall.” They understood that their battle should not be against each other but against the enemy. Immediately the two of them found common ground. They rose up with a willingness and urgency to stop fighting against one another and to start fighting for their home, family, and for each other. 

We joined hands – huddled close – and began to pray a strong prayer of protection over them as well as deliverance – and healing for the wounds they both had received from one another. God is good! We will continue to pray. Today is a new day! Today they begin again.

Preparing for Battle

Dream: I awoke early the other morning from a dream that stirred me in a mighty way. I was standing in a room that had a closet in it. The door of the closet was opened and I saw spirits and influences come out and then run back in. There was so much happening around me. I saw a variety of spirits or presences preparing for battle. I watched as David took his group of men and prepared as well. I remember being worried about David because I knew he didn't have the gifting in praying through spiritual warfare.

I said to him, "Remember to cover yourself with the Blood of Christ."

He said, "I"m okay. I can fight using my gifting." He had his following of men who all had the same gifting. I understood his gifting - prayer, knowledge in the word - counsel.

I felt uneasy - worried - the intensity of it all was horrendous. I understood in my spirit that the battle was going to be big - enormous - serious. I woke up and have been praying endlessly. A battle is coming.  

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.

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,"