I had this dream the night of February 15, 2016, and woke up knowing the most beautiful meaning it held for me. Had a request to share it with you here, on this blog. I believe it's a true depiction of how God desires to not only remake our children, but remake mom. And how much more perfect, since it fits with the domain name that God laid on my heart for this blog. It was a pretty lengthy and detailed dream, so cutting it as short as I can, without missing the details that stood out the most. Please share your comments of what God speaks to you personally, through this dream. I believe there's a message in it for more than just myself.
A call of attack was made on the church. Military style jets were flying everywhere. On Sunday, they showed up and surrounded churches for safety. It was as if the whole sky was swarming with protection.
A woman and her children crossed into a war zone and were quickly snatched up by a man, who insisted he was safe. They were taken to a huge mansion and told this was home. Other families were there for safety as well, and everyone was helpful and kind. Still, the woman started off with aggression toward the man, assuming that she would have to work or perform sexual acts for good treatment.
While the man was giving a tour of the mansion, he showed her his most favorite game. She slowly began stealing pieces of it, as if attempting to have his joy as her own.
One day, the woman was outside, when the man called to her from a window, "How are you enjoying part of my favorite game?"
She began a mocking fit toward him and started throwing the pieces around, saying "you're precious game, your most prized possession!".
The man came outside and turned on the most mesmerizing water falls, with little trickles of water that seemed to move in all directions. He grabbed her hand and asked her to sit down. She sat. He walked to the other side of the water trickle falls, looked at her through them, smiled, and said "This is the purest water. You can even drink it." She scooted closer and began to play with the water. Something changed. She began to see safety in him after all.
When the water was turned off, the man sat by the woman, and pulled out a bag that held some toy looking things made of wood. The woman recognized them as a part of her past she used for seducing men, when she felt that was the only way to survive. She assumed that the man knew that as well. So she began to be seductive, even though the painful memories from the past started flowing in with it. She felt that's how she'll always be seen, and that's how he was seeing her now, as someone to use.
As she explained how these things were to be used, they began to fall apart. She started frantically trying to put them back together and sobbing "no, no... I can't perform good enough without this. Please don't make me leave here... Now I don't even have the tools to make a living."
The man started picking up the pieces and building something new from it. In her hysteria, the woman tried to tell him how to rebuild it. But he shook his head no and kept on his task. He then told her "I didn't bring these to you for you to take them back, or to use them again. It's ok that they broke. I want you like this, with broken pieces to be remade into something new."
The woman felt complete peace, something she'd never felt before.
And I woke up...