Sometimes I have a dream that sticks. It’s not often–but it happens. In the wee hours of today–it happened. The thing is, I only remember a small portion:
“I was on highway 177 in Bonifay and a tragic accident had taken place somewhere between Miller’s Crossroads and Bethlehem School. Tragic enough that it caused a very large gaping hole in the earth/road. I remember being on a motored bike of some sort–and I had seen it all from above the situation (don’t ask me how). I dreamed I was suddenly further back on the highway–closer to 79 and I was driving fast to give warning. I knew that if people didn’t turn around–they would be stuck. The traffic on that road in the dream looked more like I-10–heavy traffic. Lots of cars and trucks. I went from vehicle to vehicle telling people about what was ahead and that if they didn’t find a turning around place in the road and go back they would be stuck–for no telling how many hours. I remember some finding a place to turn around–while others were determined to stay on the road. Nothing I said could change their mind. Some of the people I knew…some were strangers to me. They would soon see for themselves there was no way out once they had reached a certain point–there would be no place to turn around.”
I woke troubled in my spirit. I dozed off again and found myself in Carmel AG–the church was full-and there were two men standing up at the front. One was holding the mic for the other, who was beginning to give a message in tongues and part English–when he suddenly stopped and said–“I may as well tell you in English–for I already know what it is: “Things will wax worse and worse….” I remember he said some other things, but I honestly can’t remember it all.
I looked at my phone in the dark for the time–4:17 AM. I got up. I needed to meet with Jesus in the living room. I say this like I figure everyone meets with Him like this, but I know everyone does not have this pattern of prayer. People either have a time–or they don’t. It’s either important–or it’s not. He’s either all….or He’s not.
The REST of this (and there is more) is on my personal blog. Click the link to read the rest.
Jeff & Angie 