March 11, 2013

Dreams Revealed

"Eclipsed By God's Glory"
Reeling from the beauty God was making out of the ashes of my life I felt the need to connect with others that shared my heart for God's glorious love. I shut everyone out of my life over the past years, and I needed to learn how to socialize again. I didn't feel comfortable going to church, let alone the fact of being shy and socially awkward. I met with a few friends for a Ladies Bible Study a couple of times, but my soul craved more. Suddenly I became connected with all kinds of people on Facebook. Not just strangers, but all kinds of people in all different parts of their walk with God. People who pray for healing and see results. People who have been struggling with 'who God really is' and who's lives are being flipped upside down and beliefs being reevaluated. The way most of these connections were made still blows my mind. Only God could have orchestrated such a complicated string of events to enable the connections to be made. I even joined some groups to help me understand some of the things going on. When I had a dream that triggered the memories of those vivid recurring dreams last summer in 2012, I knew there was something significant about them and that thought was confirmed by a thread on someone's wall about similar dreams many people are having. 


Recurring Dreams of Summer 2012:
I had several (too many to count) of these incredibly vivid dreams. The dreams all had one common theme: There was a huge storm aproaching. A storm like no other before. It was to be the end of the world, of everything we knew. 

The first series of the dream started off by the ocean. It was me and a group of people gathered, sometimes it was strangers, sometimes it was people I knew. This storm was approaching and everyone was terrified and had no idea what to do or where to run. We were all in a fog, not thinking straight.

Then the dream would jump to we were in a jungle (the same storm approaching ) and we were all terrified and didn't know which way to go. Suddenly I snapped out of the fog and became clear headed and knew which way to go to safety. I tried to explain to the people to follow me, but most were too confused and the others wouldn't because I couldn't tell them how or why I knew. So I just started trekking in the direction I knew was to safety, and other's started to follow.

In the last series of the dreams I was with a group of people, but this time we were in a huge compound in the middle of the jungle. The storm was fast approaching. Wind gusts ripping around outside. We were trying to find safety somewhere inside this compound because we were told that's where it was safe. We kept getting lost. Running into dead ends, or opening a wrong door to the howling storm outside. Sometimes it was a group of strangers I was with, sometimes just my husband. I became clear headed again suddenly and this time I knew somehow that back out towards the storm is the way to go. I knew this to be true more than anything else in my whole life. I begged and pleaded with the people to come out into the storm to be saved, but they wouldn't listen because I couldn't explain how or why I knew. I would beg and scream for my husband to come with me. The dreams always ended with either me pleading with my whole being for my husband or the people to come out of the compound, or shortly after I went out into the storm on my own.

I had no clue as to what any of the dreams meant until I started to write them out. Then I had a vague impression of what I thought the dreams meant. After sharing the dreams a few times and hearing some input it only confirmed my understanding of the dreams more. Then I had a few prophetic words spoken over me by people I have never met, revealing in detail how strikingly in tune the message was with what the dreams appeared to mean. In a nutshell, people were going to see God's glory through signs and wonders and I was to be involved... somehow. To be perfectly honest I was excited and freaked out. "What does this really mean?" I kept thinking to myself.

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