Such strange dreams as of late. They’re becoming more vivid, more mixed up, always speaking of a birth.
Something is coming. Something is getting ready to be born. I can feel it. I think others in the spiritual community can feel it too.
And it’s got me thinking, like, in the midst of the crazies, it’s real easy to lose your joy. But I think it’s okay–more than okay–to go ahead and reclaim that joy.
Some people struggle with fear. Some people don’t. I’m someone who’s struggled with it my entire life. I literally have the same dream at least once a week of me boarding a plane. The plane gets ready for take off. It is taking off. And it just keeps taking off. It never settles in the air, nice and smooth and en route. It just keeps taking off…
The Lord knows what were like. He knows what I’m like. I can’t do anything that will make him go, “Wow. Girl, I did not see that one coming.” I mean, seriously? I guess my point is this:
It’s really okay to hope for things unseen. It’s okay to be afraid, if you’re willing to be obedient. The Lord gives me courage to go on and on and on….one day at a time. One hour at a time. One minute at a time…
The Lord knows what were like. He knows you’re afraid of being stuck.
“Write the vision; make it plain upon tablets, so he may run who reads it. For still the vision awaits its time; it hastens to the end – it will not lie. If it seems slow, wait for it; it will surely come, it will not delay.”–Habakkuk 2:2-3
“Woe to him who says to a father, ‘What are you begetting?’ or to a woman, ‘With what are you in labor?'”
Thus says the Lord, the Holy One of Israel, and the one who formed him:
“Ask me things to come; will you command me concerning my children and the work of my hands?”-Isaiah 45:10-11