Last night something crazy happened, I saw spiritual warfare at work, Let me say it again I SAW Spiritual Warfare. It was in the middle of the night, I was in a deep sleep and having the most beautiful dream. I dreamt that I was painting this mural of all sorts of things, it was HUGE, it was at the top of this grand room that stood around 12 ft high, the painting rapped around the top of the entire room, it was full of many colors and detailed to perfection.  After the massive painting was complete, it was breath taking, it was the finest thing that I had ever dreamed that could be done through my hand, but there was something not right, something missing. I looked over and saw one can of paint sitting on the floor, unopened, I reached down and picked it up and opened it. I t was clear, it looked as if it was just water, but there was this nudge on my heart to think bigger that it ’s appearance, for this was a special paint. So with my bare hand I reached in to the can and cupped a hand full of this clear paint, with great strength I launched the paint into the air on to the painting. There was something very special about this paint, magical even, every part of the painting that was touched by this clear paint begins to come to life, it was truly amazing, what a sight to see.  With a passion that I had never had before i began to cover every inch of this painting with this special paint until the entire painting was now alive and in it’s true beauty. But it was not over; there was something important, very important still to come. I don’t know what it is, I just had this feeling all through out my body, you know, like the feeling that you get when the Spirit is moving in you and moving fast, a sort of weightless breathtaking feeling. Right as the moment  was about to happen, I could feel my heart begin to race, thinking ,could I even handle the weight of what was about to be done?

 

CRASH!!!

 

Instantly I woke out of my beautiful dream world in to the cold reality of my room. It was crazy, with out even a second thought I knew what it was, what had just happened, it was my painting. Josh and i both startled out of our sleep, sat up quickly, we looked at each other in stunned silence. “There, it’s the painting,” I whispered pointing to the wall. He looked at me with great confusion, still half a sleep. Again I say, “There, the painting, the one that was up there,” pointing again to the empty spot on the wall that one of my painting once sat. After taking a moment to figure it out, he got up and looked down right below the empty spot on the wall, and there it was. There it lay; face down on top of a blanket that covered the opening of my son’s bed. The blanket, still stretched out tightly across the top of the playpen, as if it was an angel protecting him while he lay sleeping.

Josh and I shared the same thought for a moment, as we took in a deep breath, thinking of how blessed we are that the blanket was there to brake the fall of the heavy painting, yet we found ourselves taken back by the fact that the blanket was still in tact. A few moments later, after we had snuggled back into the comfort of our warm down blanket and soft pillow, I was reminded of the dream, so I quickly rolled over and taped Josh on the shoulder. “Josh!” I said, “I gotta tell you something,” then i began to briefly tell him of the dream that I was having, and sharing of how crazy all this was. However we both were still in a sort of La La land, a place that rests some where between dream world and reality, so our thoughts couldn’t go much further as we were both drawn back to in to our warm peaceful sleep.

I woke up bright and early at 6:30am, well it was a little late for me but I was just so tired. So as I began to get up and start my morning I was drawn back to what had taken place last night. I started thinking of all the details, like the fact that there is no way that painting could have fell on its own. That painting had been sitting there, in that very spot for weeks. It was leaning against the wall, it would of had to been pushed or pulled, it was about 5 ft above Cadence’s bed and 2 ft away, so Cadence couldn’t have done it. Any how I am still going over everything, you know trying to make since of it all, there have to be an explanation. And then I remembered of the book that I started reading last night, Waking The Dead,  it is all about Spiritual Warfare, I had gotten to the second chapter, which by then had covered some pretty threatening things to the enemy, I am sure.

 

Any how, the kids are awake and calling for me so my time this morning is up.

 

~That’s what’s going on

 

~C