It was the year 2006 I had a dream that is still with me. I know this is of the LORD because I still remember it and meditate on it often. This is the dream the LORD has given me to tell all and to warn and encourage all.
The Dream
It was a sunny day, a good day to go outside and work. I was standing there among some trees getting ready to plant or water something on the ground, beside me was a child, when I looked towards the ground below me, I realized light was suddenly shining all around us. This puzzled me because I knew the sun was at my back and our shadows were now gone. I looked up in the sky in front of us and saw a bright light, like the sun. Brighter than the sun. But it was not the sun. It was easy to look at and did not hurt my eyes and it stayed there gazing upon me. Waiting. And then was about to say something.
"Is this it?" I thought of our LORD coming back for us. And I looked up again in the sky and the scripture of John came to my mind. ‘and a door opened to heaven…’ Just then I realized it was the LORD at the door to heaven, he was shining brightly through the door, in shining glory.
I felt a heavy weight, as if gravity was pulling me down to the ground and onto my knees and I praised the LORD wondering if He would take me or not. Was I worthy? Of course I wasn’t, but would He still come for me?
Just then I awoke suddenly from the dream. It was real. My heart was pounding and I cried in fear, praying to God asking why I did not see what would happen next. I pray that He will not forget me. That even though I am not a great servant, that he will still find me serving Him and doing what I can for the Kingdom of God. And when He does open the door to Heaven that He sees me and raises me to be with Him.
Make yourselves ready.
The Lord will come soon.
Holy Is the Lord God Almighty Who was, and is, and is to come.
May glory and honor and blessing be His forever.
The Dream
It was a sunny day, a good day to go outside and work. I was standing there among some trees getting ready to plant or water something on the ground, beside me was a child, when I looked towards the ground below me, I realized light was suddenly shining all around us. This puzzled me because I knew the sun was at my back and our shadows were now gone. I looked up in the sky in front of us and saw a bright light, like the sun. Brighter than the sun. But it was not the sun. It was easy to look at and did not hurt my eyes and it stayed there gazing upon me. Waiting. And then was about to say something.
"Is this it?" I thought of our LORD coming back for us. And I looked up again in the sky and the scripture of John came to my mind. ‘and a door opened to heaven…’ Just then I realized it was the LORD at the door to heaven, he was shining brightly through the door, in shining glory.
I felt a heavy weight, as if gravity was pulling me down to the ground and onto my knees and I praised the LORD wondering if He would take me or not. Was I worthy? Of course I wasn’t, but would He still come for me?
Just then I awoke suddenly from the dream. It was real. My heart was pounding and I cried in fear, praying to God asking why I did not see what would happen next. I pray that He will not forget me. That even though I am not a great servant, that he will still find me serving Him and doing what I can for the Kingdom of God. And when He does open the door to Heaven that He sees me and raises me to be with Him.
Make yourselves ready.
The Lord will come soon.
Holy Is the Lord God Almighty Who was, and is, and is to come.
May glory and honor and blessing be His forever.
His Timing
There are things which a woman needs to be more careful about. One of which is choosing whom she takes as her husband.
This writing is about an experience that I had with my ex husband. It was evening and the kids were in bed and my ex husband was getting ready to leave the house once again to go to the bar and drink. It always bothered me that he never wanted to stay home. Never quite settled down. This partly due to his being in the military lifestyle for many years. He was trained in special forces, which later was to become my nightmare.
As he was getting ready to leave, I begged him not to go, to please stay home with me this one time. With that, he turned as if something inside him snapped. He grabbed me and threw me face down on our bed. Before I could lift myself up he had placed his knee between my shoulder blades and his whole weight was on my back. I was rendered helpless with my face in the pillow. I couldnt move. His hands were at my throat cutting off air. I tried to move my head out of the pillow, but couldnt. I tried to move my arms to move the pillow but couldnt with his weight on top of me, he had me pinned. I tried to say I couldnt breathe, but he kept his grip tight..
Something inside me knew that I would die that night. My pleas for air, made his fingers tighten more and all I could think about was my small children two rooms away. And that they would find their mommy dead on her bed the next morning. The thought of this was unbearable and as my ex husband was choking me, it all felt as if I was waiting to die...a slow motion dream...I didnt want to die...not like this...I wanted to live for my children...to be there for my children as they grew up....and I prayed silently to God,
"...please help me.."
Suddenly, his hands flew off my neck, his weight off of my body and he fled the room.
My God protected me and He loved me and heard my prayer. The simplest prayer. Only three words. He sees and hears everything. He saved me that night. He saved me so I could live and He loved my children so they could have their mother.
God loves so incredibly much. He is Love.
There are things which a woman needs to be more careful about. One of which is choosing whom she takes as her husband.
This writing is about an experience that I had with my ex husband. It was evening and the kids were in bed and my ex husband was getting ready to leave the house once again to go to the bar and drink. It always bothered me that he never wanted to stay home. Never quite settled down. This partly due to his being in the military lifestyle for many years. He was trained in special forces, which later was to become my nightmare.
As he was getting ready to leave, I begged him not to go, to please stay home with me this one time. With that, he turned as if something inside him snapped. He grabbed me and threw me face down on our bed. Before I could lift myself up he had placed his knee between my shoulder blades and his whole weight was on my back. I was rendered helpless with my face in the pillow. I couldnt move. His hands were at my throat cutting off air. I tried to move my head out of the pillow, but couldnt. I tried to move my arms to move the pillow but couldnt with his weight on top of me, he had me pinned. I tried to say I couldnt breathe, but he kept his grip tight..
Something inside me knew that I would die that night. My pleas for air, made his fingers tighten more and all I could think about was my small children two rooms away. And that they would find their mommy dead on her bed the next morning. The thought of this was unbearable and as my ex husband was choking me, it all felt as if I was waiting to die...a slow motion dream...I didnt want to die...not like this...I wanted to live for my children...to be there for my children as they grew up....and I prayed silently to God,
"...please help me.."
Suddenly, his hands flew off my neck, his weight off of my body and he fled the room.
My God protected me and He loved me and heard my prayer. The simplest prayer. Only three words. He sees and hears everything. He saved me that night. He saved me so I could live and He loved my children so they could have their mother.
God loves so incredibly much. He is Love.
God Sees Me
The beginning of the year 2006 we moved into a bigger apartment same complex. It was a 2 bedroom with a French type door leading onto a big porch. It let the light in unlike the one bedroom we had come from. The view was looking out onto a big green courtyard with huge olive trees. This view made me wonder about Jesus and how much he loved being in the Garden of Gethsemene. The olive trees were beautiful. Our previous apartment was dark and had no view. It grieved me, to be in darkness. And I prayed to the Lord asking why he brought me to a place like that. But our Lord is gracious and loving to those who love Him and we had just asked casually if there were any apartments opening that were bigger, and there was. And we got it.
So we moved in and in the first week of living there, a boy or what appeared to be a boy was leaning over the porch wall looking through our boxes on our porch. I saw him through the cracked open blinds. Surprised he didn’t notice me looking at him, I opened our front door and saw him walking quickly on his way. I asked if he was looking through our things, and he lied saying no he wasn’t and he kept walking on. Later that day, I went out to pick up our daughter from school, when as I walked passed, I saw the boy run up a staircase to the second or third floor. He called into someone, yelling, that’s her. And my heart froze. I kept walking aware someone was staring at me.
When I came back with my daughter to the gate, there was a man waiting there. It was obvious he was stalking me. He made it appear to my daughter that he was no one to be afraid of, but to me, I knew he watched me as I opened the gate with my key. I wondered if he was going to accuse me, to attack me, to threaten me. But nothing happened then.
After that I went to the apartment office and told of the incident. They made a note of it and it was told there was a boy going around stealing and vandalizing. And I was told the man did not live in the complex.
When we got back to the apartment, all I could think of was the harm that could come to me or my daughter. Even to my husband. I went into the bathroom and prayed. I said " Lord, please protect us from harm. If any harm has to come upon us, but if any harm must come upon one of us, let it be me. " I cried. And I know the Lord embraced me. I know He heard me. This was a Monday.
The following Thursday Oct. 26, 2006 I went to morning bible study. It started off with praise and worship, but then they said they were going to do something different. That the LORD has impressed upon the prayer warriors about a woman in the morning group. . Each prayer warrior had receieved a word from God to say. They asked the women to stand if what they each said was true about them. The first one said, "You have been frightened and have not heard from God in a very long time. You ask and pray for Him to come. He wants you to know He is with you, He sees you, He is protecting you". I knew this was me, but not wanting to take something from anyone else decided to stay sitting. The next prayer warrior said, " You have a teenaged son, who you worry about and is starting a new life" That was me so I stood up, I couldn’t deny it. The next prayer warrior said " Pink is a very important color for you, or someone you are close to" I knew this was my daughter. The next prayer warrior said , " There is a big window that lets in bright light, and this is especially important to you. This is spiritually important to you. " There were other ladies with teenager’s, but they said not all the Words sounded like it was for them. So the prayer warriors asked all the 5 ladies including me up to the front. They gave each of us cards that the prayer warriors wrote their word from God upon. Then another read a poem about a Sunflower. When she read, a "The sunflower follows the sun (Son) wherever it goes across the sky. Its face set in the direction of the sun (Son) focused on the sun (Son)…" this made me start to tear, and I knew that the Lord was speaking to me. I was that sunflower. Following God. And then they knew it was me that all of this was about. I told them its me. I know its me. And told them of my window and the apartment and how dark like a cave it was, and to come into the light of the new apartment with its beautiful window and view of olive trees. Then they gave me a glass flower votive with a lighted candle from Portugal. It was 15 years old. It was pink. The lady who gave it to me told me, "One day the Lord said, give this to one of the women at bible study." She said she had bought it in Portugal and it had sitting on her shelf all this time. She realized she was supposed to buy it and give it to me at this appointed time. When they gave it to me, all I could see was the symbolism of it all. That God was giving me, His daughter, this flower made of glass. Fragile, yet beautiful. And inside was a lit candle burning for the Lord. The candle was scented, making it a pleasing fragrance. Pleasing to the Lord. He was showing me that I was that fragile, beautiufl glass flower, and His light, His flame, was burning within me and I was a pleasing fragrance to Him. God's message to me was, "I Am with you, I see you, I will protect you."
I had prayed fiercely for the Lord to come again to me like the day of my salvation. But he had not for over 15 years. I had not heard from Him like that. Who was I to be lifted up in front of the body of Christ that day? I am nobody. But the Lord saw fit to recognize me in a special way 15 years later and answer my prayer publicly that day. How good is the LORD my precious God.
The beginning of the year 2006 we moved into a bigger apartment same complex. It was a 2 bedroom with a French type door leading onto a big porch. It let the light in unlike the one bedroom we had come from. The view was looking out onto a big green courtyard with huge olive trees. This view made me wonder about Jesus and how much he loved being in the Garden of Gethsemene. The olive trees were beautiful. Our previous apartment was dark and had no view. It grieved me, to be in darkness. And I prayed to the Lord asking why he brought me to a place like that. But our Lord is gracious and loving to those who love Him and we had just asked casually if there were any apartments opening that were bigger, and there was. And we got it.
So we moved in and in the first week of living there, a boy or what appeared to be a boy was leaning over the porch wall looking through our boxes on our porch. I saw him through the cracked open blinds. Surprised he didn’t notice me looking at him, I opened our front door and saw him walking quickly on his way. I asked if he was looking through our things, and he lied saying no he wasn’t and he kept walking on. Later that day, I went out to pick up our daughter from school, when as I walked passed, I saw the boy run up a staircase to the second or third floor. He called into someone, yelling, that’s her. And my heart froze. I kept walking aware someone was staring at me.
When I came back with my daughter to the gate, there was a man waiting there. It was obvious he was stalking me. He made it appear to my daughter that he was no one to be afraid of, but to me, I knew he watched me as I opened the gate with my key. I wondered if he was going to accuse me, to attack me, to threaten me. But nothing happened then.
After that I went to the apartment office and told of the incident. They made a note of it and it was told there was a boy going around stealing and vandalizing. And I was told the man did not live in the complex.
When we got back to the apartment, all I could think of was the harm that could come to me or my daughter. Even to my husband. I went into the bathroom and prayed. I said " Lord, please protect us from harm. If any harm has to come upon us, but if any harm must come upon one of us, let it be me. " I cried. And I know the Lord embraced me. I know He heard me. This was a Monday.
The following Thursday Oct. 26, 2006 I went to morning bible study. It started off with praise and worship, but then they said they were going to do something different. That the LORD has impressed upon the prayer warriors about a woman in the morning group. . Each prayer warrior had receieved a word from God to say. They asked the women to stand if what they each said was true about them. The first one said, "You have been frightened and have not heard from God in a very long time. You ask and pray for Him to come. He wants you to know He is with you, He sees you, He is protecting you". I knew this was me, but not wanting to take something from anyone else decided to stay sitting. The next prayer warrior said, " You have a teenaged son, who you worry about and is starting a new life" That was me so I stood up, I couldn’t deny it. The next prayer warrior said " Pink is a very important color for you, or someone you are close to" I knew this was my daughter. The next prayer warrior said , " There is a big window that lets in bright light, and this is especially important to you. This is spiritually important to you. " There were other ladies with teenager’s, but they said not all the Words sounded like it was for them. So the prayer warriors asked all the 5 ladies including me up to the front. They gave each of us cards that the prayer warriors wrote their word from God upon. Then another read a poem about a Sunflower. When she read, a "The sunflower follows the sun (Son) wherever it goes across the sky. Its face set in the direction of the sun (Son) focused on the sun (Son)…" this made me start to tear, and I knew that the Lord was speaking to me. I was that sunflower. Following God. And then they knew it was me that all of this was about. I told them its me. I know its me. And told them of my window and the apartment and how dark like a cave it was, and to come into the light of the new apartment with its beautiful window and view of olive trees. Then they gave me a glass flower votive with a lighted candle from Portugal. It was 15 years old. It was pink. The lady who gave it to me told me, "One day the Lord said, give this to one of the women at bible study." She said she had bought it in Portugal and it had sitting on her shelf all this time. She realized she was supposed to buy it and give it to me at this appointed time. When they gave it to me, all I could see was the symbolism of it all. That God was giving me, His daughter, this flower made of glass. Fragile, yet beautiful. And inside was a lit candle burning for the Lord. The candle was scented, making it a pleasing fragrance. Pleasing to the Lord. He was showing me that I was that fragile, beautiufl glass flower, and His light, His flame, was burning within me and I was a pleasing fragrance to Him. God's message to me was, "I Am with you, I see you, I will protect you."
I had prayed fiercely for the Lord to come again to me like the day of my salvation. But he had not for over 15 years. I had not heard from Him like that. Who was I to be lifted up in front of the body of Christ that day? I am nobody. But the Lord saw fit to recognize me in a special way 15 years later and answer my prayer publicly that day. How good is the LORD my precious God.
