Treasures of the Snow – 1983

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I have shared this so many times over the years.  The first end-time dream, as I call it, was when I was in my twenties. It was actually more than one dream back-to-back but they go together. After that I didn’t have one for about thirty years. I didn’t know much about Sunday School lessons growing up and I couldn’t pay attention in our little country church for smelling the fried chicken in the kitchen behind the pulpit.  This dream tells a miraculous story of God’s protection and provision.
At the time of this dream, I didn’t fully understand some of it, but as time passed by I learned. It is posted on this site a couple times.  It tells of how, in the dream, I was in town with other people at night. I looked up at a huge tree and through its bare limbs I could see where a face had formed as I looked at the moon through the limbs. The face had a bald head. I started calling attention to it to first one person and then the other. No one seemed interested and no one could see what I was talking about at all. I knew it was the antichrist.
There were men that were very angry at what I was doing. I don’t know who these men were but they began coming after me. They chased me so hard I ran down a narrow dirt road and wound up crossing over a fence and going into a pasture. One drove an old blue pickup truck and rammed through the fence and never slowed down. I finally made it to a small white church where I walked through the door to find people sitting on backless benches. They were mesmerized with their faces positioned straight ahead and their eyes wide open but not seeing. I was yelling so loud but they couldn’t see me or hear me.  They didn’t even acknowledge that I was there.
I suddenly found myself with a group of women and children. None of us knew each other. No child knew any adult and no adult knew any child. We were in a metal-type building like you see the gyms at the churches now. There were troops outside that wore uniforms and spoke a different language. I don’t believe I had a good image of the uniform or language.  We had two at our building. As the weather began to turn cold, I and other women began to gather sticks outside to place on the floor inside and start a fire to warm the children. We picked up small sticks at the edge of the trees.  The troops became so angry they slapped the sticks from our arms and yelled something in their language.
As the other women and I stood just outside the building, the Lord spoke to an older woman that was with us. I don’t know who the woman was, but I remember telling the other ladies that she said God told us to bring down the snow from the mountain. We didn’t question this at all. We brought down the snow from the mountain and we covered the floor of this metal building inside with it. As we finished covering the floor, we could feel that the snow had turned warm on the underside. As the troops continued to laugh at us for our crazy work we were doing, we placed the children and babies under this snow as a blanket of protection from the cold. The babies and children didn’t even get wet from it.  The Lord had truly prepared a table for us before our enemies.  He provided what we needed in a way that our enemy was totally blind to it.  I never remember feeling hungry in the dream either.
In the next scene, I was running from gunfire. I ran through the parking lot and was able to grab hold of a door knob on a vehicle and hang on with my feet suspended. The gunfire was all around, even coming under the vehicles. Suddenly, the sky lit up so bright in color that I looked up and saw Jesus coming down. I ran so fast and so hard toward Him yelling ‘Thank God!  Thank God!  Thank God!’. As His face turned toward mine, a feeling of love that I had never known came toward me from Him. It was an unconditional love so overwhelming that it took my breath away and woke me up in shivers and tears.
Over the years, I have found so many verses for so many scenes in this dream. They are posted throughout the site.  Sometimes I will read a verse and know it goes with it. The most amazing connection was just a few months ago when I read a verse in Job that spoke of the treasures of the snow.
Job 38:22-23
Hast thou entered into the treasures of the snow? Or hast thou seen the treasures of the hail. Which I have reserved against the time of trouble, against the day of battle and war?
I found a site called idahobaptist.com that speaks of these treasures where the author says the snow he was shoveling hit him in the face and prompted him to research the snow verses in the bible. Proverbs 25:13 – As the cold of snow in the time of harvest, so is a faithful messenger to them that send him: for he refresheth the soul of his masters.
Sometimes someone can point out something we missed. The author said that with the verses of snow in the old and the new testaments, the new shows the Lord’s glory. Hast thou entered into the treasures of the snow? The treasure isn’t the diamond, but where the diamond is kept.

I recently heard a woman speak of her miracle in the holocaust.  She was very young as she followed her family.  The troops were marching them to the concentration camp.  Her mother quickly picked her up as they walked near a neighbor’s fence and threw her over to the other side.  The guard that saw this turned his head as if it didn’t happen.  She slept in a barn that night and was able to get to an orphanage.  She had a lot to overcome being there but she was alive.  Her family gathered around her in her old age after her husband passed and asked was she lonely.  She said no, Jesus fills every inch of this apartment.

Trust in the promises that Jesus has given us in the scriptures.  If you don’t have a bible, you can search ‘promises of Jesus verses’.  Go to the secret garden.  He’s already there.  God bless you and may He give you His peace.

Photo:  I took this photo one day.  If you look closely, you can see Jesus and lightning coming from His hands.  There is also a candlestick and others standing around Him.

Treasures of the Snow – 7-26-19

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The Treasures of the Snow 7-26-19

The first end-time dream, as I call it, was when I was in my twenties. It was actually more than one but they came together.  After that I didn’t have one for about thirty years.  I didn’t know much about God growing up other than what he put in my heart; he was with me.

At the time of this dream, I didn’t have much bible knowledge at all. I didn’t fully understand some of it, but as time passed I did. It is posted on this site as one of the first so you have to scroll way down to get to it. It tells of how, in the dream, I was in town with other people at night. I looked up at a huge tree and through its bare limbs I could see where a face had formed as I looked at the moon through the limbs. The face had a bald head. I started calling attention to it to first one person and then the other. No one seemed interested and no one could see what I was talking about at all.  I knew it was the antichrist.

There were men that were very angry at what I was doing. I don’t know who these men were but they began coming after me. They chased me so hard I ran down a narrow dirt road and wound up crossing a fence and going into a pasture. One drove an old blue pickup truck and rammed through the fence and never slowed down. I finally made it to a small white church where I walked through the door to find people sitting on backless benches. They were mesmerized with their faces positioned straight ahead and their eyes wide open but not seeing. I was yelling so loud but they couldn’t see me or hear me.

I suddenly found myself with a group of women and children. None of us knew each other. No child knew any adult and no adult knew any child. We were in a metal-type building like you see the gyms at the churches now. There were troops outside that wore uniforms and spoke a different language. I don’t remember the uniforms or the language. We had two at our building. As the weather began to turn cold, I and other women began to gather sticks outside to place on the floor inside and start a fire to warm the children. The troops became so angry they slapped the sticks from our arms and yelled something in their language.

As the other women and I stood just outside the building, the Lord spoke to an older woman that was with us. I don’t know who the woman was, but I remember telling the other ladies that she said God told us to bring down the snow from the mountain. We didn’t question this at all. We brought down the snow from the mountain and we covered the floor of this metal building inside. As we finished covering the floor, we could feel that the snow had turned warm on the underside. As the troops continued to laugh at us for our crazy work we were doing, we placed the children and babies under this snow as a blanket of protection from the cold. The Lord had truly prepared a table for us before our enemies.

In the next scene, I was running from gunfire. I ran through the parking lot and was able to grab hold of a door knob on a vehicle and hang on with my feet suspended. The gunfire was all around, even coming under the vehicles. Suddenly, the sky lit up so bright in color that I looked up and saw Jesus coming down. I ran so fast and so hard toward Him yelling ‘Thank God, Thank God, Thank God!’. As His face turned toward mine, a feeling of love that I had never known came toward me from Him. It was an unconditional love so overwhelming that it took my breath away and woke me up in shivers and tears.

Over the years, I have found so many verses for so many scenes in this dream. Sometimes I will read a verse and know it goes with it. The most amazing connection was just a few months ago when I read a verse in Job that spoke of the treasures of the snow.

Job 38:22-23
Hast thou entered into the treasures of the snow? Or hast thou seen the treasures of the hail. Which I have reserved against the time of trouble, against the day of battle and war?

I found a site called idahobaptist.com that speaks of these treasures where the author says the snow he was shoveling hit him in the face and prompted him to research the snow verses in the bible. Proverbs 25:13 – As the cold of snow in the time of harvest, so is a faithful messenger to them that send him: for he refresheth the soul of his masters.

Sometimes someone can point out something we missed. The author said that with the verses of snow in the old and the new testaments, the new shows the Lord’s glory. Hast thou entered into the treasures of the snow? The treasure isn’t the diamond, but where the diamond is kept.

It is time – reminder of Sept 2015

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I’m reminded this morning of September 2015.  I woke to hearing the congregation in my grandmother’s church singing.  Their sweet voices singing this beautiful song that they sang when I was a little girl sitting on the pew with my Bigma, waiting to eat the chicken pot pie in the picnic basket.  We would get in Grandaddy’s old blue truck and he would gently place the picnic basket in the back.

When I first started hearing the singing, I wasn’t sure what they were singing but I knew I remembered that tune.  Then I heard, ‘Count the milestones one by one, Jesus will forsake you never, it is better farther on’.

Why would I hear that song at that time was my question.  I soon found out the milestones leading up to us going home were quickly passing by.  Notable signs to getting us there – just flying by as we watch.

I looked up the definition of milestones –

  1. a stone set up beside a road to mark the distance in miles to a particular place.
  2. an action or event marking a significant change or stage in development.

New York’s approval of aborting a baby at full term if it means trouble for the mother if the baby is born made no sense whatsoever.  Oh they explained it in terms to make their decision to protect women viable in anyone’s eyes that are closed.  Mine are open, and so is my heart.  This is not right in any form you put it.  You can’t make a word that justifies this.  You can’t explain it away.

So this milestone in our country’s history is one that draws attention to the fact that we are in the times when the Christian has to stop and know that Jesus will forsake us never and it is better farther on.

I woke the morning of the blood moon and knew there were two standing by my bed.  I don’t know if they were angels or what but one said ‘we are waiting for her to choose Jesus’.  I didn’t understand that so I prayed about it and got the answer while working at my desk a couple days ago.  It shocked me when I realized that I will soon be brought before governors and kings for Jesus’ sake, for a testimony against them and the Gentiles.

But take no thought how or what thing ye shall answer, or what ye shall say.  For the Holy Ghost shall teach you in the same hour what ye ought to say.

This grandmother that I sat beside in church is the same one that talked to me when I would stand behind her and comb her long gray hair.  She gave me a warning.  She said ‘one day they are going to try to put a mark on you, don’t take it, don’t let them do that’.

So stand bold saints.  This is not our home.  We have an eternal home bright and fair, and our rooms have been prepared.  God bless and keep the faith.  Hold on to what you know, and not what you feel.  Stand firm on His Word.  Know it in your hearts.  And pray one for another.

There’s another scripture that tells us to go inside and shut thy doors until this indignation pass.  These are things coming to me this week.  It is time.  Cover your doors, cover yourselves and your families.  It is time.

Matthew Chapter 10          Luke Chapter 12          Deuteronomy Chapter 31

Revelation Chapter 13          John Chapter 14          1 Corinthians 16:13

Ephesians 6:18          Isaiah 26:20          Exodus 12:13

God fights our battles – 12-6-18

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Dream early morning hours of 12-6-18
I was in an arena type building with other people. It was a place like a big crowd would gather to hear a speaker. Some people there were followers of Christ. Some were deceived and could not see but thought they were followers of Christ.
There was a large picture on the wall that was being passed off as Christ, but I knew it wasn’t Christ. It was a cool picture for the younger generation.
There was a long table against the wall under that picture. On that table was a smaller picture of a man, and I knew satan was in control of that man. I’ve seen so many followers of Christ lately be so tormented by this adversary. They are beaten down. And this adversary continues to deceive others and hold them captive by addictions.
I picked up the picture and took it to the toilet. I placed it face down. I said, ‘This is what I think of you and what you do!” I was so angry. I asked, “Why can’t you just worship the one true God? Why do you feel the need to control everything?”
I took the picture out of the toilet and hurled it with all my might toward an open area that stepped down in the building. It landed in an oblong metal tub like a water trough. I walked up to the edge overlooking this open area as others gathered around watching. I saw the man come out of the picture into human form. He was now sitting in the tub with his back to me, but I saw his right hand form a fist. His fist began to shake violently and turn red in color. As he jerked his head around to find me, I stepped back behind the crowd. He was angry but he didn’t come for me.
I stayed back for quite awhile. The crowd wasn’t moving so I thought he must still be sitting in the tub and I must have caused some damage. I was so upset with myself that I had tried to take him on directly and do it my way. I knew better. I found a black object like a rock or piece of coal and hurled it over the area where the tub was. As the object went over the tub, it blasted into tiny pieces. I knew he was still there. I went over to a bench and sat down. I knew I needed to get ready for a battle head on.
A woman walked up to me with two pieces of armor in her hands. She gave me one and let me know I was going to need it. I understood it was to go over my heart. She began putting on hers. I was staring at how this armor was made. My eyes zoomed in on the makeup of it which was some type of a black metal. It reminded me of a chain link fence with its tiny loops connecting so that there was no space between. The woman then gave me a container and said, “Cover the entire armor with this so you won’t be shocked as the armor moves against your body. I only saw the breastplate  I awoke.
Every single day we are in warfare and this enemy’s goal is to wear us down in defeat. We can’t just pray Psalms 91. We have to cover with prayer and the Word of God. All are weary but must choose to stand on God’s side, and stand strong we must. We must have the belt of truth tightly buckled around our waist, the breastplate of righteousness secure, and feet fitted with the gospel of peace. Take up the shield of faith to extinguish every flaming arrow. Hold tight to the helmet of salvation and the sword of the Spirit which is God’s Living Word. Pray in the Spirit; pray for our brothers and sisters; pray for strength and protection.
We must keep our lamps full of oil so that the Light of the Lord shines for others to see. Let no anxious thought or fear take hold, but cast it out immediately.
We are children of God who have been forgiven as we have repented of our sins. We have been saved by the grace of Jesus Christ. God gives us all we need to stand. We cannot fight our way and with our strength.  We have instructions on getting through this life in God’s Holy Word.
After I awoke I keyed in several things to find a picture of this armor that I saw. It is called chain mail – small metal rings linked together in a pattern to form a mesh. Earliest example was found in Romania. Its invention is commonly credited to the Celts, but Etruscan pattern dates from 4th century BCE. It spread to N Africa, Middle East, Central Asia, India, Tibet, SE Asia, and Japan. Herodotus wrote that the ancient Persians wore scale armor, but mail is also distinctly mentioned in the Avesta, the ancient holy scripture of the Persian religion of Zoroastrianism that was founded by the prophet Zoroaster in the 5th century BC. It is still used as a component of stab-resistant body armor, cut-resistant gloves, and wet suits. A description of its wear that I found was – It covered the vital organs, namely, the heart, and was fitted with hooks or buckles that attached it to a thick belt. If the belt was loosened, the breastplate slipped right off.
I was not given specific verses but led to read the Corinthians.
II Corinthians 4:4 – Satan, who is the god of this world, has blinded the minds of those who don’t believe. They are unable to see the glorious light of the Good News. They don’t understand this message about the glory of Christ, who is the exact likeness of God.
II Corinthians 11:14-15 – And no wonder, for satan himself masquerades as an angel of light. It is not surprising, then, if his servants also masquerade as servants of righteousness. Their end will be what their actions deserve.
Other related verses:
Deuteronomy 3:22 – Do not be afraid of them; the Lord your God Himself will fight for you.
Psalm 44:5 – Through You we push back our enemies; through your name we trample our foes.
James 4:7 – Submit yourselves, then, to God. Resist the devil, and he will flee from you.
Ephesians 6:13-17 – Therefore put on the full armor of God, so that when the day of evil comes, you may be able to stand your ground, and after you have done everything, to stand. Stand firm then, with the belt of truth buckled around your waist, with the breastplate of righteousness in place, and with your feet fitted with the readiness that comes from the gospel of peace. In addition to all this, take up the shield of faith, with which you can extinguish all the flaming arrows of the evil one. Take the helmet of salvation and the sword of the Spirit, which is the Word of God.
Psalm 91

The Ashen Horse – 6-20-17

I had a night vision within a dream  on June 20, 2017.

I felt the Lord was instructing me to get off technology again.  I had been off technology a few days and was in prayer during that time at the beach when I dreamed I was going to a wedding in a large open field.  I was in my vehicle alone, but there were other vehicles headed that way and people coming from all over.  When I got there some large, flat, round, wicker-type ornaments were hung in strategic locations from the trees that circled the field.  Each ornament had a symbol on it.  I don’t remember the symbols other than I think it was a language I’m not familiar with like the Arabic language.  A lady asked me what I thought of the decorations for the wedding.  I didn’t tell her but I thought it was pretty tacky.

I looked up and in the sky came a horse the color of the off-white clouds with Obama on the horse, having the reins.  The off-white clouds stood out to me to notice their color.  They were not white clouds but an ashen color.  He came closer and hovered in the air before me very clearly.  This became a vision within a dream.  I’ve had one like this before and we don’t see this clearly with our earthly vision.  Obama was bare chested and had the stance of a warrior on his horse.  He looked directly at me with an intense stare.

There were shadow figures behind him that had their backs to me.  I could see their arms as they were moving, busy at doing something.  As the shadow figures finished their work, they moved aside.  I then saw President Trump’s head.  At first I thought he was riding on the horse with Obama seated behind him, but then the head came closer to me.  As it moved from side to side, it changed to a caricature-type picture because his hair changed to look like those cartoon (caricature) pictures of him.   When it moved from side to side, it went from the side, to the back, and the side.  In other words, I just saw a side-back view and was not looking at the face at a frontal view.  At first I thought they were on the same horse, but Trump’s head was facing a different direction.  It looked like the figures had been busy cutting Trump off.  I did not know if that meant from his body or presidency or what, and the thought in my mind was that those figures were a shadow government.

I had dreamed prophetic dreams all night and understood their meanings, but when I woke, this dream and vision of Obama was all I could remember.

Revelation 6:8 – I looked, and behold, an ashen horse; and he who sat on it had the name Death; and Hades was following with him.  Authority was given to them over a fourth of the earth, to kill with sword and with famine and with pestilence and by the wild beasts of the earth.

Captivity Dream – 1983

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.