1 Timothy 6:16
“…God, the blessed and only Ruler, the King of kings and Lord of lords, 16) who alone is immortal and who lives in unapproachable light, whom no one has seen or can see. To him be the honour and might forever. Amen.”
Conversation
Papa, I love You. You are so great. Thank you for Your love and faithfulness which never runs out. You dwell in unapproachable light. I worship You, my Papa, God.
I love you Caroline. Come my dear one, all is well with you. You are Mine forever. Rest, I am near to you.
Papa, I’m so thankful that you kept leading me during all the steps that I’ve at first resisted You. Thank-you for softening my heart and for working through things so that I was able to take the steps I needed to take in order to keep following You. Thank-you for Your patience and faithfulness, and for Your love.
My daughter, you are Mine; I am faithful.
I know this deep in my heart because of this long journey together. How valuable a long journey is! I can love You more because of it. Thank-you from the bottom of my heart.
You’re welcome My faithful daughter. You are Mine.
Reflection
Hello everyone, welcome to today’s page in my journal! The Lord wakes me up most nights at certain times after He’s given me a dream, which I sometimes don’t know the meaning of but other times I do, and it’s such a great comfort to my heart. I absolutely love sharing what God is doing in my heart, hoping it’ll inspire you to spend time with God everyday and grow the most fulfilling relationship with Him!
This morning (November 18; I posted this super late) I woke up at 5:37 and I had these lyrics in my mind, “When I speak a word it will come to pass. Great is your faithfulness to me. From the rising sun to the setting same I will praise your name. Great is your faithfulness to me. In the dream I had I was sitting at a round table with others, and the table was turning counter clockwise. There was a lady sitting beside me on my left who had forgotten her key by her plate, and as the table was turning she was so anxious about her key that it wouldn’t be there by the time it came back to her. So then her place setting came back (it was right in front of me), and I was looking for it and found it and gave it to her, and she was so relieved. I had a feeling like it was for a very expensive car, but I don’t know for sure what it was for. Then I kept looking underneath the round placemat to see if I could find something, I’m not sure what, but then I found another key; underneath the placemat it was like there was a lot of grass, so I kept on looking through the grass when I saw a key hidden that had a long black lanyard that someone had lost there. By how well it was hidden, it looked and felt like it had been there for a while. I took it and gave it to the restaurant owner, and I told them that it was probably for a quad. I said it probably belonged to someone who lived close by. In waking life the key to the big truck is on a black lanyard. I also had a quick dream that Bella asked me for a piece of bread for communion, so I gave her one. I take communion almost every day, so I did again today because of my dream.
Changing the subject, Last night I was just about asleep when a Portuguese word came to my mind, Marchador, which means, horse. I don’t remember the last time I heard this word, and I didn’t know what it was before looking it up. Horses are actually my favourite animal. This morning I made pancakes, bacon, blueberry sauce with maple syrup and whipping cream:) For supper we’re having brisket with rice and veggies. I put pork in the oven to bake slowly all afternoon. Bella and I may go to a bridal shower tomorrow afternoon. Today I was helping Lucas bring all his books and some other things downstairs to his room to put on a bookshelf we just put there. This evening we watched The Greatest Showman again. In the beginning I was reminded of a photo that looked like an arrow that shot through a long thing. I love how the word, thing, can fill in so many unexplainable things:) Also how being ourselves is important. Good night.. Blessings…
November 19: I was watching a scene: I was in a room that had a lot of big boxes like a storage room. There was a man sitting on the floor, leaning up against a wall. It seemed like the man was sad and was reflecting on his life. There were two other men there; one was the big boss and the other was someone who worked for him. I saw a knife that was hooked at the end of it in the mans hand, and after the boss nodded his head the man walked over to the other man who was sitting on the floor. The man was mumbling something; if the man would talk against what the boss believed, then the man with the knife would come and slit his throat, but if the man said something in agreement with the boss, then nothing would happen to him.
Another scene were I was in the bosses big storage room (that had many crate like boxes stacked), and I saw hanging on the wall a picture that my parents had on the wall when I was growing up. I saw all the colours. On the picture there were two children standing very close to the edge of a very high cliff (their farm was in the background), and there was an angel standing close to them with his arm out, protecting them. As soon as I saw the photo on the wall I began sobbing and I asked the boss if I could have it. I had a feeling like he let me have it. There was another picture beside that one that had also been ours as a kid, and I vaguely remember thinking that I would buy that one from him because I didn’t want to push my luck. In this part of the dream I felt like I was being held captive by this person. In waking life I’m feeling that my perspective has changed where I don’t have a victim mentality anymore, so this dream is confusing to me. Maybe all the boxes are sad memories?
In another scene I think I had been in the car but someone else was driving. We were close to the ocean, driving on the street that had about a foot or more of water on it from the ocean. There was a beach between the road. We were coming to a T intersection and were going to turn left onto the road that ran parallel to the ocean. I was a bit overwhelmed by all the water on the road and I think I was running in the water in front of the car. I’m not sure about this but it seemed like as I was running, the water seemed to calm so that it wasn’t as choppy for the car. I saw that in some places there were waves which seemed to calm as I was running in it.
Another scene where I was in the front passenger side of the car and the person driving was driving really fast. Some of the people that had been in the car were running on the road somewhere, but the doors were open for anyone who was quick enough to jump in. One man was quick enough and was happily sitting in the back seat. Another small scene were I was looking into a big bag that had some bigger pieces of candy like small chocolate bars and other things; I was looking into it with my right hand in it, looking for a particular kind. The bag wasn’t all the way open I don’t think because the opening was a bit smaller. In waking life I’m holding back on the amount of sweets I’m eating, though I still do when I’m at church (and a little when I’m at home), thinking Jesus still wants me to. I’ve actually always been careful to the point of not allowing myself that pleasure, but I’m not going to that extreme anymore. Last night at the supper table the kids were talking about something about the Youth leader, and Bella, proving her point and putting full confidence in him, said something like, “yeah, and he’s a pastor, and he knows! he knows!”
This week I’ve been sweeping the floor every morning before the kids wake up; it’s either that or stand by the washer downstairs for an hour, pulling dog hair from their socks before throwing them into the washer. I had begun getting the kids to do their own socks, but I think if I sweep every morning (or twice a day) helps me to be more positive about having a big dog in the house. Watching the kids put socks that have dog hair on them into their shoes before they leave for school really bugs me. Before I do any baking, especially when I need to bake something to bring away, I always wash the floor and don’t allow our dog to come into the kitchen; I’m always amazed at how much dog hair there is on the floor every time I sweep. But she’s such a well behaved dog that it make up for all the hair. Now when we leave the house we just shut the door to the entrance so she stays upstairs, and all she does while we’re gone is lay on the couch, watching to see when we’re back. Even when we give her a cow hide to shew on or put food and water in her bowls, she doesn’t touch any of it until we come back. At the mall on Friday I ended up walking around the mall and being a part of it instead of reading by the fire.. I don’t think I’ll be posting later today, thinking Bella and I will spend time together, going to the wedding shower in Grunthal. For most of this week I won’t have the house to myself (Tuesday I need to bake for Wednesday night for the leaders), but I’m resolute in my heart about completing my message so that I can possibly share it next week. That’s it for now, hoping you all will have a good day today.. Blessings..