I had an interesting dream Saturday morning and I'd like to share it with you. There are somethings I don't really understand about it and other things I don't really remember vividly but there is enough I do understand to keep me from getting caught up in what I don't. I know God will reveal to me what I need to know, when I need to know it.
In the dream I was at a local fairground with a bunch of people. It was after dark but before the group broke up we prayed. After the prayer people started moving out of the area, but I stood frozen. At first I thought I was asleep and then I realized I was in a trance. The ground around me seemed to be moving then suddenly I was being lifted up. I remember thinking "cool! I'm having a flying dream!" then I realized I wasn't flying I was being lifted into the sky, I keep going up and up and begin to understood I was going into heaven. I started getting excited that I was going to see GOD then suddenly everything went black.
The next thing I knew I was back on earth, and awake from my trance. I am a little fuzzy on what was going on around me but I do remember going into someone's home and talking to them about Jesus when an older man stood right in my face yelling at me fiercely. Now, normally I'd be crumbling at that type of confrontation but in the dream I stood firm without any fear what-so-ever and here is how I responded to this man. "Sir, I have looked into the face of God Almighty and you are nothing compared to Him." At that the man fell backward and became silent. I told him that because of his unbelief God was going to strike him with leprosy. (I don't really know what that means or has to do with anything else, I just remember it.)
Next I was walking through the streets of a city declaring the Gospel. I don't remember much more than my emotions in all of this. I was bold, fearless, confident, excited at what God was doing and humbled that He was using me. I also felt a great sense of urgency like time was of the essence.
I know this isn't unique to me, but I am a fearful person. I like to blame my brothers a lot because they did their fair share to play on these fears but the reality is that the root was there already, in my vivid imagination, and they simply took advantage of that. Besides the usual fear of the dark and fear of being lifted off the ground (not of heights, of being picked up under the arms and lifted up off the ground - it's a trust thing) I fear, and this is hard to put into words, opposition. And that doesn't really describe it, I don't mind a good debate though I'm not a really good at it, I am fearful of coming across as disrespectful to any one older than me or in authority over me (The way I was raised that includes pastors, teachers, bosses, my husband and ALL men and older women). I am fearful of people who have stronger personalities than I do and have difficulty asserting myself in anyway. This dream gave me something to think about in regards to these fears.
I have not looked into the face of GOD, but someday it is a sure thing that I will. I think my pastor (James) must have said it 100 times tonight! (yes I exaggerate, but only to emphasize how loudly it came across to me.) I want to live today in confidence that when that day comes I have lived my life with a heavenly perspective. GOD is greater than anything I fear. GOD is all-powerful, no one else; GOD has control over my life and my death, no one else; GOD is my Judge, no one else. And GOD has promised me, time after time, that He will be my strength, my wisdom, my righteousness and my authority.
So there is my challenge, to live not just in faith for my ultimate salvation but in faith that GOD IS and rewards those who diligently seek him. (Hebrews 11:6)
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- Kathy Unger Marshall
- Dallas, GA, United States
- As a wife, mother of three and a full-time employee Kathy is well acquainted with the struggles to maintain balance, a right attitude, contentment and health in the midst of chaos. All the hectic times in her life, including seven major moves and five minor ones have served to reinforce her dependence on the only anchor she has found to hold her steady through the years; Jesus. Kathy writes of her personal journeys through the pages of scriptures, deserts of dryness, showers of blessings, the darkness of depression and the bright days of joy. She speaks of all she has learned about herself and her God in these journeys with the hope that her experiences will serve to encourage other women, who are fighting these same battles to stand strong.
