Psalm 42:1
“As the deer pants for streams of water, so my soul pants for you, O God.”
Come My daughter, draw near to me and I will draw near to you. You are mine -the one I love.
Dad, I love you so much! Thank-you for your nearness.
Caroline, I have a word for you today.
What is it Lord?
You are mine, and you can do all things through me. I am your source of strength.
Father, I’ve learned that on my own I can’t do the things you ask me to do, and I’m so glad I’ve learned that; I’m sure there will be times when I’ll forget, but I pray that you’ll always draw me back to you.
Come my faithful one, all is well with you -you are mine.
Reflection:
Last night I got to go to bed a bit earlier than usual, which was really nice and this morning I’m feeling a lot better! I’m reading, “The Power of Communion” by Beni Johnson, and I’m beginning to understand how important and helpful it is to do communion everyday; it’s a weapon we can use against the enemy as we remember Jesus’ sacrifice on the cross for our sins and sicknesses, and it’s an act of worship, warfare and healing, releasing God’s power and anointing into our lives. I now do communion everyday at the start of my devotion time with Him!
Last night I woke up at 12:17, and in the dream I had I was in a big room and I was walking with a big mixing bowl in my right arm -I needed to do something in order for something else to happen; I needed to finish putting all the ingredients of a recipe into a bowl, and it felt like there were only a few ingredients left to put in. In waking life I don’t know what these ingredients look like, possibly be on stage a few more times? The Lord will show me because I’m his disciple and I’m learning how to be led by him!
Then I woke up just before four, I don’t remember exactly, and in the dream God gave me I was in a really big, one story building like a school or my church. There was some kind of tension going on: all of us in the building had locked ourselves inside so that the people outside couldn’t come in, but I knew that it was only a matter of time before they’d be able to break through. It felt like they were from India. I had a pair of winter beige gloves in my hands and I had waked into someone’s room to give them to them. The person who’s room I was in was sitting on her bed I think and someone was standing close to her, and they were having a conversation. When they noticed I was there, I showed them the gloves and I put them down on her dresser near the door that I had just come through. I saw her smiling as she accepted them.
Then the scene changed where I was walking quickly down a really really wide hallway like our church’s foyer, except this hallway had personal rooms attached to it. As I was walking I could see inside all the rooms because the doors were open, and I saw the desks/cabinets inside them. I was looking for a place to hide because it was almost time the people outside would find a way in. I knew I’d be found quickly if I hid underneath a desk, so I kept on walking, knowing that any place I’d find to hide, they’d eventually find me.
I knew there would be a transition where the big people group that were outside would take over those of us who were in the building, and I hoped I didn’t need to be in the building when that happened because of the chaos it could be; I hoped I could come back after the “dust settles.”
Then the scene changed where the people had broken in and I could see crowds of people walking outside on the sidewalk who where coming in -it was daylight outside, and I could tell from the group that they were excited to be there.
Then I was in the church foyer, feeling like it was the foyer of my church, with some of “my people.” (I had a feeling of Joony being close by) The crowd of people that had just come in were also standing there, having come in through the main doors, waiting for all of us to settle something. Someone was standing close to me when I spoke up and quietly gave my opinion on something, agreeing to something that had already been said. I have a vague remembering that as I was agreeing to what one of my people had said, I was laying something down onto a counter or table, like three strips of something (this is very vague and I could be wrong about it.) I remember hearing my voice; it wasn’t raised so that everyone could hear, but in a normal voice like I would have in a conversation with one person, even though it was for everyone to hear. When I said it, it was like something was settled, like my opinion mattered and held authority.
Then the scene changed where we were still in the foyer, standing close to where the kitchen is and facing the foyer. I vaguely saw (was more like a knowing) that the whole foyer was covered with individual garden plots, like a community garden, and I saw clearly the garden plots that were closest to me as I was looking to my right. There wasn’t any space where there was not a garden. There was only a thin muddy path between each plot. I saw that the soil was really rich, and each garden plot had a lot of this rich soil (about a foot high) that had healthy green plants growing where they had planted the seeds; the plants were growing really well. I saw people tending to their gardens and more specifically I saw a lady in one of the gardens who was helping someone, or pointing something out to the person who’s plot this was. Then right before my dream ended I had a knowing that we all (my people) needed to have a larger, extra bottle of water. I had given mine away so I needed to get another one. The picture I sense about that is, the extra water I needed to have is a high water container/cup that has a screw-on lid with a straw, but the feeling about it is that it’s one of those bigger 1 Litre water bottles. There was enough water for all the gardens, but I had a sense that this extra water bottle was for us personally. So we need to get an extra water bottle; Jesus is our living water. I’m thinking it means that I need to have another time in the day where I spend with him.
Then I had gone back to bed and had a quick picture of a white hook. I also heard the words, “we all should,” though I’m not sure if the words belong with the picture I had seen. Then right before I woke up in the morning I had another quick dream of my main pastor M who was standing at the centre of the stage at church, and there was someone standing on the floor near the steps, facing him; I was behind that person. What my pastor said was really gutsy, which I’m not surprised about but is something I would never say, he said to the person standing in front of him, “Come on freak!” In a joke or the right context it would be fine for him to say:) But, I know this has to do with me so okay I’m coming!! Yep, it did get my attention! lol!
And just to close off with saying that Bella’s getting better each day! I gave her chicken broth in her mug to sooth her itchy throat:) I’m feeling a lot better but now Lucas’ throat is getting itchy; hopefully it’s just a cold. My husband brought flowers home yesterday for Bella and I, so nice! We don’t have a Christmas tree yet; normally we get a real one from Ikea in the beginning of December. And, I bought a Lindt chocolate Christmas Advent calendar for the kids and myself this year -I always get one for the kids but I haven’t had one since I was a kid! Hope your week is going well -blessings to you!! 🥤