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.
I woke up bright and early at
Any how, the kids are awake and calling for me so my time this morning is up.
~That’s what’s going on
~C
"Bear fruit in keeping with repentance. And do not presume to say to yourselves, ' we have Abraham as our father,' for I tell you, God is able from these stones to raise up children for Abraham. Even now the axe is being laid to the root of the trees. Every tree therefore that does not bear good fruit is cut down and thrown into the fire."
amydur
January 19th, 2007 at 9:16 pm
I am so excited you are reading Waking the Dead.
I can’t wait to hear what you think.
I would love to talk with you about it as you get into it.
In fact, I may start reading it again.
I miss you.