I was in my twenties when I had two or three dreams back-to-back that went together. That was around 1983.
I stood in town with a crowd at night. As I stared up through the limbs of a tree, I saw the moon shining through. The limbs began to form a face. I tried to tell the people what I was seeing, but no one could see it. The face with a bald head stared down at me and I knew he was angry.
The scene changed to daytime and I was running – running from those that knew I had recognized the antichrist and I was trying to get others to see it. I ran as fast as I could down the old country path. I climbed a fence as I came to it but the old blue pickup chasing me plowed through. I kept running and made it to a little white church. I ran through the door screaming of what was coming. The people sat on backless benches and stared straight ahead. Nothing I did, even yelling in their face, made them see me or hear me.
I found myself in confinement with other women and children. None of us knew each other. The temperatures got cold so we went outside the metal building we were in to find sticks in hopes of making a fire. The military outside spoke a language I didn’t know. They became very angry with us and slapped the sticks from our hands. We were in winter.
Then God spoke to an older woman that was with us. She said, “God said to bring the snow down from the mountain.” We didn’t question it. We brought the snow down and we covered the floor inside with it. The troops laughed and thought we were crazy. We covered the children and babies in that snow on the floor because it had turned warm underneath. God had prepared a table before us in the presence of our enemies. He had provided in a way our enemies could not comprehend. We leaned not onto our own understanding but on God’s. We kept the faith.
Soon the troops found something else to be angry about and we scattered to run from their guns. We were in a parking lot so when the guns began shooting under the vehicles to stop our running, I held on to a door handle and held my feet up. Just when it seemed there was no way out, the sky lit up in a way that everyone had to look up.
I saw Jesus coming down. I ran screaming, “Thank God! Thank God! Thank God!” And as soon as His face turned toward mine, the feeling of love so overwhelmed me that it woke me up. We don’t comprehend that kind of love. We have no idea.
Psalm 23:5 Matthew 24:27 1 John 4:3 Matthew 13:16 Psalm 91:1
The picture on this post is one I took a couple years ago. You can see Jesus, the candle stick, others behind him and lightning in the sky.