lucygirl

sweet!! keep the peace

Are you in agreement with your friend preaching, or a woman for that matter holding a position as a shepherdess or a leader of sorts? is she born again? Maybe she is being called into a sort of office/ ministry. Did you tell her the dream? maybe it is confirmation for her.

About your aunt, maybe you have been in a disagreement with her, or will be. If so, you need to make it right. Pray to avert any discord. Make sure your side of the glass is clean. God wants us to forgive so that he can forgive us. If it is an "uncomfortable arrangement" with her, you may soon realize it and come to an agreeable understanding.

That reminds me of a dream that I had about God handing me ice cream in a silver cup. For me, it symbolized God's best in a matter that I had been praying about. He knows that I love ice cream. Maybe the candles marked a certain passage of time?

"....I like to think that possibly my dad's death was for the purpose of bringing me close to Jesus......because it did.....". God never wastes pain, I believe that your father's death was not for that purpose, but your fellowship with God is the by product.

Amen!

Lord God, Father in heaven , we praise your holy name. Bless you my God. I am in agreement with brothers and sisters in Christ that you are the giver of life and not death. We speak life to this situation, that snake may not bring poison or destruction to this family. You said in your word that life and death is in the power of the tongue and those who love it will eat it's fruit. We desire Lord, to eat the fruit of life. Bring life to this family My God, In Jesus name. Amen

Lord God, creator of heaven and earth,
We give you thanks and praise for looking after your children at all times. You never see your righteous ones forsaken nor thier seed begging for bread. We thank you for giving your children shelter in places that are good. We thank you for giving your children favor when the world shows no favor. In your economy, Father we flourish and grow. You are our loving Father, you said that any father can give good gifts to their children and when we ask for bread you would not give us stone, you said that if we ask for an egg, you would not give us scorpions. As a matter of fact you told us that we would walk upon and trample snakes and scorpions. We ask that you rebuke the devourer on your children's behalf and grant them the desires of their heart as they continue to reflect your glory in Christ Jesus. Amen

Last year while my husband and I were houseparents at a children's ranch, I've had several dreams. Mostly about being physically attacked by evil, or a warning about pending destruction. One night in particular I saw a strange man (De-struction)standing at a door. A man of the house (authority) opened the door. Destruction was dressed in a black coat and a black hat. He looked like an ordinary man. Authority stepped aside as Destruction handed him a box of snakes and proceded to walk over to a small boy. Destruction covered the boy with his coat and coughed on him, and when the coat was pulled away, the boy was as white as a ghost.
So, I told this dream to the director of this children's home. He acted like I was from Mars and politely asked me not to share this dream with anyone else on staff or the boys we were taking care of. I said o.k. but otherwise would not be afriad of what people thought of me. (I've always been a little odd).
I prayed, but I also felt like it was up to the authority over this ranch to pray and divert destruction. A few weeks later we were being dismissed and the ranch shut down. I hate to see such wonderful places, so full of peace and safety for children, go that route. It was a Christian facility and the enemy hated what we were doing in the lives of troubled boys.

I will remember your story of love forever.

A few years ago, while I lived in North Carolina, I dreamed that a friend of mine was drowning in a swimming pool. so I went in after her. I just walked from the stairs down to the deep end where she was, grabbed her around the waist and pushed her up. No sooner than I got out of the water someone told me she was back in the deep end drowning. So, here we go again the second time doing the same as the first. she is out of the water and the dream is over. I woke up and prayed over her in the spirit. that Wednesday night I asked her if she had been feeling overwhelmed...she burst into tears and so we prayed some more...that was so cool! She was in the process of moving from one house to another. Because of that I got the job to clean her house.

I now remember a dream that I had just before I met my new husband. I dreamed of a foundation of a house being layed and the plumbing being put in, but it was all being put down in rapid succession. As if a movie being played on fast forward. I then saw the kitchen being created and my son was there. I was so happy! He is a teenage prodigal and does not live with me. I miss him sorely! I then saw a living room area totally finished with a tall ceiling and wonderful skylights. I was hovering above this room looking at the furniture, I wondered to myself, "who lives here". This decor was not exactly my taste, nice , but not what I would have chosen. The kitchen was exactly what I would choose, but the living room was in the colors of the desert. Well, 2 years later I am married to a man from Texas. He is bright and sunny, not all I would have ordered but God put in the heart of an evangelist that I asked for. As for my son being there, maybe that part hasn't happened yet?

My dreams (more than one night) start with myself looking over a banister or railing down into a deep and narrow room. there is only one entrance/exit and that is by a ladder that was pushed up against the farthest wall.someone hoped that no one could ever hope to be down in that room again. In the room, on the floor was a bowl and a blanket. someone had been kept down there. I felt fear and also relief that that someone used to be me. Behind me and to my left was a being. Some one who knew what was going on, but only a guide. I believe it was a male. After I noticed him behind me I said to him, "I need to go into that room", and I pointed down toward a narrow hall that was approximately the length of an average human and as tall as a small child. An adult would have to crawl, but we didn't. No sooner than the words came out of my mouth, we were in a small room. I was amazed but then became angry as I saw a teenage boy with red hair and an evil look. He was picking up a box and carrying it outside. The room had two doors. One door was an exit to outside and the other was a closet. I felt that there was someone sitting in the closet. From no where I knew that someone was named Fear and the red head was named Inferiority. Even though I knew their names I shouted, "who are you and where is your mother?" Theis whole room was full of boxes. At the moment I did not care what was in them. The next instance I was brought into a huge ware house. It was an attachment to the other rooms. The deep room was now behind me, the being was still behind me to my left, and I began to look around me and absorb all that was going on. I saw people talking and touching things, wandering around a long waist high table covered with red velvet cloth that reached to the floor. I saw no one that I recognized. On top of this table were everyday items one might find at a garage or estate sale. That thought went through my mind and I asked the being those questions. There was no answer. I proceeded to walk down the left hand side of the table to the end, no thing was there that interested me. When I turned right, I saw a beautiful beaded bag with a drawstring. I opened it up and from the inside it looked enormous. From the outside it was average, and maybe a little on the small side. Inside of the bag were two things, an unknowable amount of black and white photographs of people, and also a vast amount of uncut, unpolished gemstones. I was excited about this find! I knew that these were souls. So I asked the guide if I could have the bag and all that went with it. He said "yes, but not right now". so I hid the bag underneath the table cloth and began to look around again. Immediately I saw two dolls. the first was a Hiltler doll and the second an SS soldier. When I held them I was filled with revulsion and I "saw" that they had belonged to Death. Death was a woman sitting in a bathtub full of blood. She was no longer alive, and I was GLAD! tThe being then called to my attention a glassed in case full of butcher's equiptment. I felt a vague memory of pain, but chose not to feel it fully, so I turned away from it. Back to the table. The being then turned me towards sliding glass doors that looked out into the night, out into a dirty city being cleansed by rain. I was afraid to go out there, but the guide told me I didn't have to go out yet. 1st DREAM OVER.