Monthly Archives: May 2017

Jesus Heals This Land ~ a visionary dream

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I had a healing dream. Not specifically to any person, yet a powerful healing dream…definitely a God dream.

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.

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22 For we know that the whole creation groans and suffers the pains of childbirth together until now. ~ Romans 8:22 [NASB]

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Why Pray? ~ National Day of Prayer

Moi, War Room

Since I saw the movie War Room with my good friend, author Jenna Victoria, I’ve been praying a lot more. That film prompted e to stick my formal, written prayers up on the side of my refrigerator [my war room]. That led to me talking to God in my head a lot more. I used to converse in my haed with a an absent, respected friend in order to work something out. Increasingly, I find myself having those types of convos with God.

What I found from these talks with God was an intimacy was taking shape. Without realizing it, I was building a relationship with my Lord and Savior.

As prayer became more of a normal part of my life, I internalized that I was indeed a child of God with certain rights and priveleges (and responsibilities) in the kingdom. I was able to make a few difficult decisions with greater peace, without obsessing about the opinions of people. Did I ponder what others might think of me? Yes, I did, and then I moved on with what I had determined was the right thing to do. The result was, I had peace with it.

Do I forget to pray? Yes. Am I always in peace? No, oh, heavens no. Am I still a whiner? Sometimes, yes. But my prayer life has improved and my life is richer for it.

Moi, Ponte Vedra Beach Lib


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