I don’t usually remember my dreams…any of them. However, one night not long ago my little dog Sophie, who sleeps with me, woke me up. At first I was annoyed with her and then I realized I’d been dreaming…and what a dream.
Jesus stood in the middle of the American prairie. The Rocky Mountains were behind Him. Very soft, gentle, tiny, rippling waves of healing emanated from His sandled feet and went out across the entire plains toward the mountains. The overwhelming feeling I had in the dream was He had such great compassion for all of creation and its suffering and fallen state His desire was to heal even the smallest wound of the tiniest creature, even the blades of grass. Yet, as the ripples of healing continued from His sandals, His over-arching desire was to heal “this land”, this country…America.
It was such a powerful dream. I am not usually a visionary dreamer. The fact is years go by and I don’t remember a single dream. I feel so humbled and blessed to have remembered this one. I pray it blesses others.
22 For we know that the whole creation groans and suffers the pains of childbirth together until now. ~ Romans 8:22 [NASB]