A few nights ago I dreamed we were driving down a small road in a suburb neighborhood. The houses and yards all seemed fairly wealthy and “American.” The road was a well-kept two-way with occasional cars parked on the sides in front of the houses.


We were talking, laughing, relaxed… no stress… As we approached a curve in the road, a passenger bus came barreling around the corner. It was one of those that have a secondary bus attached and is double length. It was going really fast, too fast to make the corner.

As the bus driver braked in the corner of the curve, the back end of the bus began to swing around and the entire width of the road and the sidewalks were blocked by this screeching, breaking hulk of metal. Gabe had also hit the brakes, but there was no way around the wreck. We were hit by the bus and killed. At least, I was… not totally sure about the others, but I can’t imagine they could live through that crash. I awoke with a startled jerk and sat up in bed.

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I prayed, asking God what the dream was about, and slipped into a half-asleep dream state as I continued to pray.

This time we were in a safe place that we had made for ourselves. I was out in the middle of nowhere with the kids. We were “safe” here. Gabe was gone hunting, or gathering… something to do with food.

Suddenly men were knocking at the door. They wanted papers… ID’s… info… the kids were hiding in the woods where they had been playing. I was taken by the men and the kids were left behind.

I jerked fully awake a second time and began to pray again.

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As I prayed more desperately now, I asked God “What?” “What does this mean? What should I do?” The answer came immediately and clearly:

“REPENT.”

I prayed “Oh! Yes! I’ll repent… what should I repent from? I’ll repent, God, I will… what should I repent from… I don’t want to be in error before you… tell me… anything, I’ll turn from it and be clean before you God… anything… what is it?”

The response-idea was clear again:

“That’s right. Repentance toward Me is safety.”

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Then I began to dream again. This time I dreamed multiple images that seemed to be illustrations of a concept. Rain… pouring rain. Standing under an umbrella, safe from the rain. Danger that was completely unpredictable (like the bus) avoided somehow. Danger that could happen due to times (like the men abducting me) never happening to US. I can’t remember all the examples I saw.

Then I heard the word (in dreaming) “Jeopardy”. And it was the same word as “Mallory” in the other dream (Judgment Coming to the House of God) which I had a couple years ago.

And then I heard, “Jeopardy is come upon the House of God.” Then a repeat of the scene of dying in the wreck, and being taken by the men.

Then came a recall of “Repent” and my response “Oh, yes I will…” and “Yes, that’s right. Repentance toward Me is your safety.”

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I awoke again and continued to pray. Gabe awoke and I told him everything I had dreamed. He talked about Judgment coming first to the house of God. He talked about judgment not being against the unprepared… but to the unrepentant. He also talked about Leviticus 16:14 – through all the 7 judgments, and the judgments against the 7 churches in Revelation 2 and 3. He said “repentance is a state we must remain in.”

Gabe said “the boy that got taken to the woodshed for a whipping wasn’t hauled out there because he failed to “avoid” his father’s wrath… but because he had failed to obey his father. He made the old man mad. Now, he could build forts, bomb shelters… to avoid his father, but I’m pretty sure his dad would still get to him. It’s the repentant son that avoids the woodshed, not the best fort-builder.”

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