Why did God give people, including Adam and Eve, free will if He knew that we would mess up, make the wrong decisions, and ultimately reject Him? Free will is a blessing and a curse.… More
The Heart of the Matter
Last week was a blur and nightmare all balled up together. I flew to Oakland in a rush as my older sister suffered Cardiac Arrest; that means her heart literally stopped. I thank God over and over again that it happened while her friend was in the house and was able to call 911 immediately. The paramedics were able to revive her heart and rushed her to the emergency room. My sister was unconscious, my heart sank.
While still at home my husband told me to call my brother to check on something God spoke to him while he prayed. God told him that my sister just woke up. I called my brother and he said, “she just opened her eyes for a few minutes.” Confirmation that God was in control. I called out to my prayer warriors and we went to work, pray!!
My siblings and I were there now by her side, we prayed, the doctor told us she suffered major damage to her heart but that her brain activity was strong. Any bit of good news was welcome. She laid there with tubes in her mouth, she was plugged into all sorts of machines; there laid my sister completely helpless, we prayed some more. She was moved to a new hospital in San Francisco that had a better ICU unit.
By night fall we were exhausted mentally and physically. Tuesday morning I sat in her front yard on a bench in the middle of her garden and there I talked and pleaded with God. Please, I asked, don’t take her away. I was pleading to God to allow her to enjoy her well earned retirement that she started not even a full week before she fell ill. I wailed in His arms.
Tuesday night as I sat in the family room with my siblings and my sister’s dearest friends, the Lord prompted me to get up out of my seat and go to her room. I didn’t say anything to anyone, I just walked out and walked into ICU. I went to her room and just whispered her name, Yeli….her head turned toward me and she opened her eyes! I screamed in joy, my sister woke up! I ran out to get the others. We came back and there she was looking at us, totally confused and still so out of it. She had no idea why she was seeing me or my siblings. We try to tell her she was in the hospital but she didn’t comprehend.
Now I will say, she made us laugh, a much needed laugh…at my expense, but I didn’t care, we laughed. My sister still in her haze, looked over at me and said my coloring was funny looking and what was it that I had all over my face. We stood there trying to figure out what she was saying…then she said to me, “You look like Shrek”. My brother and baby sister howled with laughter…oh it felt good to laugh.
We had many moments last week that brought on uncontrollable laughter. God knows exactly what my family needed.
In the family room we met some extraordinary people of strength. First of all, my sister’s network of friends was so beautiful. So many rushed out to the hospital to comfort us all. Barbara Lu, what an amazing woman who shared her positive energy with us all along with bringing a beautiful basket made in Ghana filled with nutritious foods and Rose water to rejuvenate. Despite her own troubles she was there to bring joy and peace to us.
We also met total strangers that were there to visit their loved ones in ICU; we connected with them as our hearts ached. These strangers became family. We prayed for one another, we played games in the family room together that had us cracking up. God brought us an extended family; us for them, them for us. Only God!
My older sister was recovering at a rapid rate; the doctor said he never seen anyone recovering so quickly especially with the amount of damage to her heart. I smiled because I know my God can do all things!!
My brother, baby sister and I had a day on Thursday…we were giddy with joy, we went shopping at Trader Joe’s for healthy snacks. We went to Treasure Island to take in the view of San Francisco, take pictures and enjoy the beautiful weather before heading back to the hospital. We laughed and laughed and laughed. Oh the joy of the Lord is something to experience.
They released my sister to go home yesterday. Home…can you believe it?!! We serve a mighty God, one that loves us so much.
AMEN!!!
Jesus, Jesus!
“See that you do not despise one of these little ones. For I tell you that their angels in heaven always see the face of my Father in heaven.”
— Matthew 18:10
I was in the grocery store the other day looking for those potato chips my husband really likes, I came around the corner where a young mother stood with a toddler of perhaps 2 or 3 years of age who sat in the cart. The little girl looked at me and yelled out, “Jesus, Jesus!” of course this made me smile instantaneously. The young mother turned her head and said to her child, “Jesus? Where is Jesus?” I took this moment without a skip and replied, “He lives in my heart”. Another woman was standing in the aisle, nodded and smiled. For just a brief moment, the three of us stood there together and thought of Jesus. Nothing more was said and we moved on.
A person standing alone can be attacked and defeated, but two can stand back to back and conquer. Three is even better, for a triple braided cord is not easily broken. Ecclesiastes 4:12
I like to think as logically as I can, whenever I can, but the second Jesus arrives on the scene all my logic thinking goes out the door and now I’m faced with…what was that about?
I love how the course of my day changed in that moment. My heart was lighter, I felt happiness. This precious baby was used by our Heavenly Father at a precise moment that most likely changed the course for the other two women involved. I will pray for this young mother and her baby daughter, I will pray for the bystander who was part of God’s plan. I will lift them up as my sisters in Christ.
Father, only You know the plans that You have for each of us individually. Your plan is all I need and trust.
I-am-n
I will not let them suffer in silence. I will not let them serve alone.
I received this awesome bracelet this weekend from a friend after sharing a dream I had many years ago with this symbol. Such a small little symbol with a message of great importance.
I will start off by sharing a dream I had a number of years ago. I will condense it as it was rather lengthy.
My dream starts that I’m in a car with friends heading toward a restaurant to enjoy a meal together. We jump into a car in which I’m a front seat passenger and had I known this was going to be a Mr. Toad’s Wild Ride I would of stayed behind but in a dream, you always seem to be moving forward so off to an adventure I go! The ride was “wild” indeed, I was shocked that we made it in one piece.
As we entered the restaurant I was felt that we traveled in a time machine sending us back to Biblical Jerusalem; I was thrilled! I was amazed how authentic everything was, right down to the servers who looked as though stepped off the pages of the Bible. This was amazing!!
I walked around in wonderment from room to room. Some were large open areas with tables along the side leaving the center floor completely clear. Other rooms were simply made to lead into other rooms much bigger. Old wooden benches leaned up against limestone walls. Arches carved out by hand, rich smells from the various spices filled the air, voices speaking in Aramaic, I was in Israel.
I ventured into a long hallway where a man sat on a wooden bench. His appearance I would put him in the age of early thirties. His dark hair the color of coffee, rich browns beautifully enveloped each shiny curl. His eyes, how I remember those eyes. They were the color of honey, a brown with a light that glistened from within. He looked up at me and took out of my hand a tattered faded purple cloth and said I was worth more than that. I didn’t understand what he meant but I knew through his eyes that kindness and love was his intent.
I turned to look over by a corner where an elderly woman, I would guess in her late seventies or perhaps into her eighties stood. She was shrouded in clothing made from ancient cloth…she looked down at her feet and started to stomped them on the dirt. I looked over at the man sitting down and back to the woman. As the dirt fell off her feet a small red symbol showed through in the shape of a U with a dot in the center.
I walk away and go back to the room I was previously in where the old woman was and the man with the beautiful honey glazed brown eyes. I’m now standing in front a mirror, the mirror is tall and oval with a wood trim. I’m standing there looking at myself when the man with the beautiful warm brown eyes comes to stand behind me and drapes a rich, deep purple sash and says, “This is what belongs on you”. I then wake up.
I don’t know who that man was but if I were to take a guess that was Jesus! In my heart I knew Him to be Jesus but I didn’t utter His name.
I had never seen that ancient symbol in my life until one day a story came out where Christians in Iraq were being persecuted and the terrorist would paint that symbol in red on the walls where the doomed Christians lived.
Now I’m left with….God what was the purpose of the dream and what is my role. I have donated Family Medical Packs as well as some other things but I feel as it may be for more.
I had a vision but I can’t remember whether it was before this dream or after but in the vision men dressed head to toe in black with their faces hidden, machine guns in hand pointed to my house and said to another, “Christians live there.” I don’t know if the vision and dream are connected but I’m sure God will reveal its meaning but in the meantime I will not allow my voice to be silenced as I declare that Jesus is my one and only Savior and that without Him I’m nothing.
I am a follower of Jesus of Nazareth, I am n.
Dear God,
I turned over and picked up my phone to see what time it was; oh great 2:07 AM and I’m wide awake. As I do each morning when I wake up at a decent hour I say my first words to God. Dear God…I usually thank Him for waking me up, then I proceed with thanking Him for the use of my eyes, my mind, for the use of my limbs to climb out of bed each morning. I don’t spring up like I use to when I was younger, now I have to stretch out a bit more and get those muscles going for the day. I’m thankful.
But as I laid in bed this morning I contemplated, do I get up or try to go back to sleep. I rolled over a couple of times, adjusted my pillow and kicked the covers off and back on too many times as my husband woke up and asked, “What are you doing? I said, “I can’t sleep”, oh he muttered and he rolled back over and went into instant snore.
“Dear God….here I am God, I’m so sorry”, I started to say this morning, “for not spending time just to talk to You” It was at that very moment God spoke to my spirit and said, “Just start your day with Dear God and that will open up your day and thoughts to Me; give me your day.” I responded to Him and thanked Him for such a good idea. Just give Him my day. Talk to Him all day, take Him wherever I go, all day.
So I laid there and just gave over my thoughts to Him. My thoughts went immediately to my family, specifically to my son and daughter in law who are new to having a grown teenage son. My grandson is the most perfect example of kindness. He is good through and through and not quite ready for the big world outside his door. I asked God to give his parents guidance and the right words to communicate. To give them peace as parents to know they have raised a good boy. I talked to God about my grandson to give him wisdom, to open his eyes and to turn his heart completely over to God.
I spoke to Him about our current President. I watched as three former Presidents who were in attendance at the funeral of former President George H.W. Bush as they stood and recited the Apostle’s Creed and the Lord’s Prayer as our current President stood there stone faced along with his wife, never once reciting the Words of God. President Obama whom some of labeled “Antichrist” read each word and seem to know the rest by heart, but the Evangelical hero didn’t even bother to read or say them or even care. I spoke to God, how can this man who admits to lying (heard that from his mouth to my ears), is in this to make money for himself and his cronies, this man who makes fun of the disabled, who cares less about the poor…let me stop as I can feel my blood pressure start to rise….Dear God all I can do is put this man in Your hands.
I talked to God about this most hateful world. How it breaks my heart each time my husband has to encounter the ugly face of racism in this country. The injustices that occur on a daily for so many people. I asked God to keep them safe, to keep their minds on Him. I asked Him to keep those that are considered migrants in this country but God sees them as His people. What a vast contrast it is how the people in power see other people who have less compared to how God sees people. God I choose you each time.
I spoke to God about His Beatitudes and the profound message of its words. Blessed are the poor in spirit for theirs is the Kingdom of Heaven Mathew 5:3. Billy Graham once said, exchange the word poor to humble to get its true understanding. We must be humbled in our heart, diminishing pride.
Pride can take all kinds of forms, but the worst is spiritual pride. Often the richer we are in things, the poorer we are in our hearts. Don’t let pride or anything else get in the way, but turn to Christ in humility and faith—and He will bless you and save you.
Dear God….I love you and I thank you for blessing me beyond what I deserve. Dear God I give you my day.
Darryl
I’m seventeen and this man keeps walking by me and all he says is hi. Okay old man I think to myself, keep it moving. Turns out that the old man is seventeen too but just happens to have a full grown beard, well that’s just weird. He continues to walk by everyday with his one word, “hi”.
Someone must of talk to the old/young man to tell him, go talk to her as one day he actually stopped and asked me if I like to go to the movies. I’m sure I looked at him for a bit, but then I blurt out, “sure, I don’t have anything else to do” NICE…so surprised that he even came to the house to pick me up.
Off to the drive-in we go. We talked about who we were. He was actually pretty nice but he kept doing this weird thing with his mouth. Was that a twitch? He went to hold my hand in which I pulled back and asked him what was he doing. He looked embarrassed but we kept talking. There goes that weird mouth thing. Turns out he was yawning but didn’t want to be rude by opening his mouth so he hold it in but it was twist his mouth up in a weird way.
We worked together and I knew he had to be a smartie because at a young age he had a pretty responsible job. I on the other hand was hired to splice wires which I failed miserably at and was let go. Guess I wasn’t a good wire splicer.
We continue to see each other and eventually fell in deep like then in love. He would come over everyday and we go get something to eat or just sit in his car and talk into the night. He loved going to the movies so we saw lots of movies and by this time I was holding his hand.
He would take me cloth shopping in which he sit in the chair outside the dressing room and wait as I tried on clothes. He would always pick out the one he liked best and those would be the ones I get.
We discovered he needed glasses as he kept running into cars in front of him. He denied he needed them at first until one day he hit a Rolls Royce on the freeway. The man who owned the car was super nice and said don’t worry about it, that he would take care of it to our much relief but it was then he went to get glasses.
He was the father of my children. Although our marriage was a tough one we tried to stay together and make a family. It eventually didn’t work out and we separated.
We continued to struggle with one another but things got better. We became friends. He love to talk about the Lord and we pray with each other over our kids. The calls wouldn’t last a long time but I always knew something was on his mind when I see his name pop up on my phone.
He call for advise on what I would do in certain situations. He call to share a song he loved. He call to tell me how the kids were. He call to tell me he had the grandkids over. He call just to say hi and say he was thinking of me. I’m so thankful he called.
Darryl Anthony Gayles you have been a large part of my life and a part of my heart and for that I love you dearly. Thank you for coming into my life. Rest in the arms of God and I’ll see you when I get to Heaven!
Rest in Heaven July 26, 1958 – November 7, 2018
Astro-Nut
Why am I wearing a Helmet? Well, what had happened was…
My husband, my love, signed us up for yet another “Come sit for an hour and listen to something we know you care absolutely nothing about as you’re really here for the gift card” meeting on a Tuesday at 7:00 PM, sigh.
I was going to look at the bright side; a night out with my Love, grab a quick dinner, rehearse over dinner how we are going to act excited with eyes so bright in the meeting just so we can hear the presenter’s heart pound out, “womp, womp, womp” when we say “no thanks!” and bounce out with $50.00 to a chain restaurant, Living the Vida Loca!
This is where my bright side got shady. I decide to spruce myself up and decide to get my haircut, my mind is planning out my car trip to a salon so that I still have plenty of time to go home and change out of work clothes. I’m driving my route home when I remembered there was a salon called Latin Cuts next door to a Subway sandwich shop. I wanted to try them out long ago because of their shop name. I think I was going through my identity crisis season of trying to be recognized as a Latina. I would be appreciated in this salon for my heritage…I wonder if they serve Malta?
I arrive and look around, cool, I’m the only one here…fast service to cuteness and go! The woman behind the counter was on the phone with her bank trying to get her balance…I politely wait, man how many times a month am I calling for my balance, I get it! She gets off the phone and guides me to a chair. I go right into business, picture on my phone to show her how I want her to transform me to that picture. I say clearly, “I am growing out my hair, I just need it cleaned up and take out the bulkiness on the sides.” Click, Click Clipper comes on. I believe the last vision I had was her coming at me with the Clippers.
I had glimpses of my hair, lots of my hair floating through the air like confetti on the finale show of American Idol. I slur out “Are you cutting too much haaaaair?”
I hear the customer bell ring out as someone walks into the salon. He says, “Give me the usual Marine cut, Lupita” My mind starts to scream out, “Get out!” I was in the sunken place. I smile but my eyes plead for help.
I try to crack a few jokes but I’m not being heard or was that a reality check that I’m really not that funny. I made some references to being Latin, I guess she wasn’t feeling chatty that day, must be thinking of that bank balance.
I believe the hairspray pulled me out of the sunken place as the woman was handing me the mirror and asking me to take a look at the back so I can admire her cutting art. My eyes had not yet cleared and I think I see a plug in the back of my head, I keep rubbing it as that was going to grow it magically back. She assures me that its a streak of gray hair…Oh, I’m fancy.
I look in the mirror and I smile. Why did I smile? Why didn’t I ask her WHAT DID YOU DO? Why? I went and paid and kept rubbing my new “Military cut”. I went to the car and shook off the cut hair off my face and stared in the mirror and I smiled.
Motto: Hair grows back, angry words spoken to someone could never be taken back. Look to the bright side of things and if you haircut is jacked up….give it sometime cause it can grow to haircut you’ve always wanted.
Pharisees and Sadducees Are Still Here
I suppose they’ve always been here. My heart is burdened whenever I read about them in the Bible. They were heavily involved in the political powers among other things. The Sadducees were mostly wealthy elitist and held more powerful positions while the Pharisees were among the working people. They both sat on the Supreme court in ancient Israel and Jesus had a problems with them both.
How does a religious leader have a problem with Jesus? I never really understood that until today.
We have Pharisees and Sadducees that live among us now. The religious leaders and secular leaders who use God and take the precious Word of God to twist it to make people fearful or to take over people’s individual thinking is not of God. God gives us free will to do what His words says according to our own study to show ourselves approved. God wants us to love Him for Him.
Why are we always on the hunt to find someone who will tell us what to do, how to think, what to pray, what to say, what to believe….why isn’t Jesus enough? Why isn’t the Word of God enough?
Jesus tells us to be fishers of men and to love people. Not one time does He say rule people, get them to think like you, make them talk like you, but the Word says, ” Anyone who chooses to do the will of God will find out whether my teaching comes from God or whether I speak on my own.” John 7:17 People should be taught to do God’s Will not man’s will.
Jesus’ teaching were and is still today different from the Pharisees and Sadducees but He didn’t come to change the law but to fulfill it, “Do not think that I have come to destroy the Law or the Prophets. I did not come to destroy but to fulfill. Matthew 5:17
I am sickened by the hate that has been empowered by today’s leaders. To promote violence among people, to view immigrants more like vermin then rather look at them as precious people God created by His own hands. We are told that they are dangerous, they want to invade….but these are simple people with a great need. The leaders tell us that they want to rape and kill but ignore the fact that home grown Americans are killing by the hundreds here in this country.
Jesus would not be allowed in this country had God chosen to have Him come instead during this time to walk among His people. He was a middle easterner, a jew, brown skinned…he would be considered a danger. Well He is a danger…a danger to anyone who is so boggled in the mind that hate rules, that fear mongering rules, that God is using liars and thieves to accomplish His work here on earth. Does that even make sense? Now I know that God will use a foolish person and turn it for good….for good, not for bad. When the leaders of this country who bold-face lie and then admit to lying, it leaves me astonished had I not witnessed it myself with my own eyes and ears.
Am I for abortion, absolutely not, but I am for God’s free will as Jesus was during His time on earth when women, men and children were being killed for being Christian. Jesus could with a wave of His Holy Hand stop all of it, but God cannot go back on His word of free will. Was it the choice of Christians to die, no of course not, but they were ready because they knew whom they served.
Am I for people to serve another God or have another religion, I would love them to all know the wonderful Father, Abba we have and to one day see Jesus in Heaven, but because of the free will He gives us, He wants US to choose Him, not through force, but through the love freely given from Him.
Am I for getting the Word of God to others, well of course, YES, but I’m to plant the seed and allow God to speak to the heart of the individual so they can choose God for themselves.
I do not stand with the Pharisees and the Sadducees of this time as they are against Jesus and my vote is for JESUS AND JESUS ALONE that is my Free Will!!
Tres Flores
Seems that I’m always searching for what my “gift or talent” is in life. I have tried so many things, I mean really, so many but yet to find what is my true talent in life. Maybe I’m looking at this all wrong….I’m exploring actually…that sounds more like it, yeah, I’m exploring and not searching to who I am and what my talent is, but more of exploring all that I am…yeah I like that!
In my exploring I was going to create note cards that I would watercolor or design with other material….but before creating them I came up with what would be my logo, which was three little flowers in which I called Tres Flores which means Three Flowers. I had my three children on my mind when I thought of those little flowers. Just like many other projects, this fell to the wayside.
However, I did pick it back up
and have been moving forward in water-coloring and exploring other methods of paint. I’m discovering that I really love brightly color pictures that are whimsical so I’ve been painting quite a few pictures, but back to what I was saying about the Tres Flores.
One morning, my husband who usually is still asleep when I leave for work, decided to get up. He made me breakfast and wrapped it up so I can take to work. He walked me outside and picked three little jasmine flowers and handed them to me. He said enjoy the scent on your ride to work, in which I did and it was lovely I must say.
As I was driving, listening to music, smelling my flowers I started to thank God for my husband who’s gesture really made my morning so nice. Then I thanked God for creating jasmine flowers, then I thanked Him for all the wonderfulness in His creation here on earth that He made with His hands for us.
In the times we are living in, with so much ugliness, divisiveness, anger, injustices, greed all around…we can be sucked into all that but what we need to do is to take notice of the simple things; a flower, a smile, a thank you, a your welcome….honestly, its the little things in life that bring happiness. I read that the happiest people notice little things because they appreciate the small things of life. Try smiling more at people, doesn’t cost you a penny. I love to smile, its natural for me to smile and I love the reaction a smile brings.
The other day I got a message from my step-daughter thanking me for the handwritten note I sent her. She specifically mentioned that it was handwritten. My message to her was simple, it said I was thinking of her and loved her, but it spoke something bigger to her because I hand wrote it to her specifically. So simple but yet it was noticed as something bigger.
Jesus made little gestures…like recognizing Zacchaeus who climbed up a tree just to see Him. He acknowledged Zacchaeus; He didn’t have to preach at him, convert him…He acknowledged him, simple gesture.
In 1845, Julia Fletcher Carney, a schoolteacher in Boston, was preparing a lesson for some Bible-school children. She wanted to emphasize the value of small things, and so she penned this “little” poem.
Little drops of water,
Little grains of sand,
Make the mighty ocean,
and the pleasant land.
So the little moments,
humble though they be,
Make the mighty ages,
of eternity.
Mr. Jesus
Yesterday was a typical day. I went to work, put in a full day and then made my way home. Nothing exciting, just an every day. I was on the last stretch before arriving to the house when my eyes averted to a person I had seen on the street the day before.
When I first caught glimpse of him he was standing with his arms stretched up the sky, that could be why he captured my eyes. I didn’t think much of it as it seemed so natural for him to be standing there with arms stretched to the heavens. He stayed in my head.
Yesterday, there he was again. This time he was sitting in front of McDonald’s with a large blue bundle laid at his feet. He had a coat on in Texas in the middle of August. I wondered was he mentally gone. I drove past him but a jolt hit me and I felt the Lord tell me to turn around and feed him. I knew I had to turn around and in which I did. I called my husband to tell him what I was doing. He sounded hesitant as any concerned husband would be who’s wife calls to say she is going to go buy a meal for a homeless man. He just cautioned me to be careful.
In my younger years I would not be so cautious. I never thought twice to stop and pick someone up who was walking and take them where they needed to be. I especially had a heart for older people or Mother’s walking with kids. Those were my “go to” people to pick up and taxi them to where they needed to go but as I aged I became hesitant to just stop and pick up a total stranger. I still carried the urge to just stop but I self talk and don’t, but yesterday I had to stop.
I approached the man and rolled down my window to ask him if I could get him something to eat. He said yes, a hamburger. I told him I was going to get him a meal and dessert too. I got into line leaving him sitting there. Did he wonder if I was coming back? What brought him to this place of homelessness. Was he rejected so many times over that he gave up. I didn’t know the answer to those questions I asked myself while sitting in line, I just knew I had an assignment.
Finally got the order and went to him to give him his meal. He was so gracious. He of course thanked me more times than I deserved. I told him he didn’t need to thank me because I was on assignment. I thought should I talk to him about the Lord but my assignment from God was to deliver a meal. I gave him some other items I had on me with a little bit of money in case he wanted coffee or something later on.
He reached and hugged me, I hugged him back. There was a majesty about him, this elderly man with his big coat, his bundle of his worldly goods that laid on the ground. I felt I was standing in front of something so great that I took his hand and kissed it. I was totally compelled. He reached into his bundle and pulled out a can Blessing Air Freshener. I had giggled silently as I have seen this particular product around for years, lo and behold now I had my own can. I told him I would think of him when I looked at it.
I went on home with my new can of House Blessing Air Freshener, LOL! I realized that I didn’t ask him his name. I was describing him to my husband; skin dark as coal, scruffy full white beard, gentle eyes, graciousness in his voice. I said I feel as though I just described Jesus. I pray that I get to see Mr. Jesus again, this time to sit with him and eat a meal together.
Behold I stand at the door and knock. If anyone hears my voice and opens the door, I will come in to him and eat with him, and he with me. Revelation 3:20
Dream Away!
The Bible defines a dream in Job 33:15, “In a dream, in a vision of the night, when deep sleep falleth upon men, in slumberings upon the falleth upon men…” The Bible says several things in this one verse. First, a dream is a vision of the night. The verse also teaches that a dream occurs when deep sleep falls upon men. According to the Bible, a vision is something that occurs when a man is awake, while a dream is something that occurs when a man is asleep.
Thought I share some dreams I have had over the years; why? Because I can’t think of anything else to write even though I have 10 stories in my saved filed that I’m yet to finish. Dreams are easiest to write. Dream number 8 is my favorite of all my dreams.
I love my dreams, they are vivid with color with a story being told. I remember them with great detail too. I often wake up thinking, “WOW!” I do write my dreams down but honestly I remembered them clearly as though I just had them the night before; not all of them of course, but one’s like I have written below. I posted one of my other dreams on the blog titled “Promise” where I’m a twinkling star!!
Dream 1: I am on a field trip to Heaven with a group of about 6-7 people. We are in this room with no walls but there are beautiful mahogany arches on the right side of the room. Outside the arches are just cloud, so we are in the sky. The floor is a beautiful marble and in the center of the room is a rich dark wood banister that encircles a hole in the floor. There is a throne, but all I can see are the steps that lead up to the throne. The opposite side of the room is floor to ceiling doors that are open. Outside the room is a foyer table with a exquisite arrangement of flowers.
God is in the room. While we are all standing around the banister in the middle of the floor. God calls me over to Him. He tells me he wants me to stay. I run to the others excitedly and say, “ God asked me to stay, I’ll see you all when you return!”
At that moment two little girls run in through the doors with a Nanny chasing behind them. The little girls are dressed for a party, frilly dresses, frilly socks and patent leather shoes like the kind I use to wear as a child. They run around the center banister and head back out the door. One little girl who is behind the other turns to look at me and her face is hideous, demonic and says to me: “You’re not rid of me yet” and then runs out of the room.
Now I’m back in my childhood bedroom laying on the floor with a number of people sitting on the floor circling me. I felt concerned on what was happening and forced myself to wake up.
Dream 2: I am visiting an elderly lady in a nursing home. I am in a large room with a row of hospital beds against the wall. I noticed that there is a door at the end of the row of beds which I open. Outside there is a raging river between this facility and a street on the other side. There are people doing ordinary things; walking, sipping coffee at a cafe, reading a newspaper, just ordinary people things.
I am feeling sad though as I’m looking at the people. My heart is telling me that they don’t know God. I’m thinking how can I get on the other side to let them know about God. While I’m standing there a large alligator rises out of the water, I mean he is BIG and there is no way I can cross. I feel distressed.
Dream 3: This dream I had while living in Nashville. I was attending a Church called Living Word Community Church that was in the process of finding a new location with a bigger building to accommodate the growth of the Church.
I am in this large sanctuary and its only lit by candelabra’s throughout. There were Muslin women sitting in groups of 5 throughout the sanctuary. They are wearing the head to toe dress in light blue (Burka) that covers their faces with a netting over the eyes and nose but you can’t see their faces. A year after having this dream the sanctuary in my dream was the church that was purchased by Living Word Church, I still don’t know the what significance of the Muslin women. I will also add, that I was so surprised when I ran across a picture of a light blue Burka with the mesh cover on the internet just like the one in my dream. I had never seen one in that particular color ever.
Dream 4: I am in my parents’ neighborhood and there is a large clock in the sky…its 5 minutes to 3 PM and I know at 3 PM the world ends. Charlene Beard (my ex-Pastor wife from Nashville) approaches and says she can’t find Pastor Beard, she says, ” I don’t want the world to end without being with my husband.” We take off running to look for him.
We find him, put him in a wheelchair and run back to the clock just in time for it to hit 3 PM. At the very moment we are all on a train. Outside the windows looks like we’re underwater as all I can see is this grayish color bubbles. We make a stop to what looks like a city street. Everyone is gray, the street is gray, and the sky is gray. The people are walking around looking so sad and I want to help them. Pastor Beard rises up and flys upward and says we need to go. I look up at him and tell him I can’t fly, he said, ” yes you can, try it.” I try it and fly but we’re suddenly back on the train.
The doors open again and I see people and Angels. People are going through different lines collecting items that the Angels are handing out. The Angels are BEAUTIFUL. In the first line we are handed a small tin with a paste, the second line they hand us a small little Ivory notebook and then as we go into the third line but I step out of it to use the restroom and completely miss what was being handed out. I’m sad at this point and then wake up.
Dream 5: This was a very short dream but one I’ve never forgotten: There are large frogs eating turtles and regurgitating back up.
Dream 6: Walked into my parents’ home to find my Dad standing over my family whom he has just killed….there was my Mom, my brother laying on the floor and my two sisters….he just smiled and said, “You’re my favorite” I can only interpret this as my Father destroying my family in real life. He would get drunk and threatened to kill us, going as far as chasing us in the middle of night with an axe, another time while we lived in New York he threatened us with a gun and knife. Why my Mom stayed with him is beyond my understanding….but he always called me his favorite which would make me so angry as my brother and sisters loved him and treated him well which was opposite of me, I tolerated him out of respect for being my Dad. I am happy to say that I have been delivered from ill feelings toward my Dad, I can now think of him with warm thoughts as mentioned in my blog, In God’s Time.
Dream 7: I’m driving in an older model car, I would say from the 60’s. I have the windows rolled down and I have a passenger in the car but one who is silent and I don’t know who it is, but I have the presence of a stranger in my car. I’m driving on a snowy, dirt road, snow all around me, I’m in a mountain area.
As I’m driving, I notice a bear running in the same direction that I’m going. I’m keeping my eye on this bear as I don’t know if I’m in danger….the bear now starts to run toward the car and I’m just looking at it. It gets closer and closer and now is right at my window. This bear has a bear body but its head is in the shape of an ATM screen, WEIRD!!!
There is a whistle that I hear and see a man in the distance cradling what looks like a mountain lion but its head is that of a rabbit. It whistles to call the bear to him, in which the bear now runs toward him. The man is thin, with a scruffy gray beard. He is dressed warmly for the weather…he is standing near pine trees on a small little road…I’m guessing his home is in the woods. I wake up at this point.
Dream 8: As I said in the opening, this is my favorite dream so far. I am in a car with friends and we are traveling to a restaurant to eat. While on the freeway, the pavement starts to crumble and fall apart but our expert driver was flying over the falling debris and got us back on a straight road and we continue on to our destination.
We arrive at the restaurant. From the outside it looks like nothing special, but once inside I notice how large it is and what is super cool, it looks like we have traveled back to ancient Jerusalem. There are a number of rooms that have tables and chairs. We are escorted to a room by a young woman dressed in typical biblical time wear. I just kept thinking how cool it was that everything looked so authentic to the time. We are seated. We place an order but one of the women I was with stood up and went over to the next table and sampled their food without permission. I look over at her with this look that is saying, “What are you doing?” I get embarrassed and get up and go explore the rest of the place.
I enter a larger room. There is an old woman standing looking down at her sandals. Mind you everyone is dressed in ancient wear, including myself now. But I watch this old woman who starts to stomp her feet. I watch as the dirt falls off her feet to expose 
this very symbol tattooed in red on the topside of her left foot. I continue to look around and approach a man with dark curly hair with the most beautiful warm brown eyes. He is sitting on a hand made long bench against an ancient wall. He takes his hands and removes a faded purple sash that I have. He said something like, you are worth more than this. I smiled and walked away.
I now enter in large room with many tables and chairs and cross the room to a table where there are three couples sitting. There was lively conversation at the table, I’m asked to join in. I notice one lady keep averting her eyes away from me. I would catch her watching me then when I turn to say something she would turn away or look down. So I focused on the other people. I notice a personal check on the table but it has Hebrew written on the back. I want to take the check because I wanted to have something with the beautiful cursive Hebrew letters, but I’m told its the check to pay the food bill and I couldn’t have it.
I walk away and go back to the room I was previously in where the old woman was and the man with the beautiful warm brown eyes. I’m now standing in front a mirror, the mirror is tall and oval with a wood trim. I’m standing there looking at myself when the man with the beautiful warm brown eyes comes to stand behind me and drapes and rich, deep purple sash and says, “This is what belongs on you”. I then wake up.
Again, I have never seen that ancient looking symbol in my life until one day a story came out where Christians in Iraq were being persecuted and the terrorist would paint that symbol in red on the walls where the doomed Christians lived.
I’m seriously contemplating having that tattooed on my left foot, but I’m in prayer about it as I don’t know if that is something I should do.
Vision: This has NEVER EVER happened to me before. One day at work, I was busily typing an email when all the sudden I have a vision of men dressed in all black, faces covered in my neighborhood. They point to my house and one says to another, “Christians live there” and they mark my curb with red paint.
I don’t know what that was, what it means, but like I said, I have never had a Vision come to me while I was awake.
If anyone is reading this I would love to get your interpretation of some, if, not all of my dreams.
So as you can see, I love going to sleep because I’m always anticipating something exciting to happen in my dreams!!!
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