Over a year in the making, our miracle, and Hadassah’s seven month birthday present. Glory to God, the giver of all good gifts.
This dream was rather long, what follows is what I can remember.
My dream followed a full day of me hanging out with these two guys, I don’t know who they were nor can I remember their faces, but we spent the whole day together hanging out having lots of fun. Towards the end of the day we arrive at a house, and inside of the house is a spring like something you’d see at a state park. The left side of the house was normal and the right side of the house was this spring in almost like a cave. We swam around for awhile, and at one point the two guys I was with started sword fighting with these really long poles (jokingly, really up to this point the dream was filled with lots of laughter and joy). At some point Ari showed up with the baby, she gave the baby to me and we went for a little swim. As I explained before this spring was in a cave in the house and it was really dark (like any cave) but people were up on the beach area sun bathing, which I didn’t quite get. It was at this point that I lost sight of the guys I was with and Ari. I assumed they were all off doing what ever, but after awhile of swimming I got out to go and look for my wife. I climbed up the ladder to the second floor of the house, past a lady who kind of scared me at first, and then ventured down the hall towards the only door I saw. When I got to the door, I opened it and inside Ari was laying on the ground wrapped in a dark sheet, and the two I guys I had been hanging out with were standing next to her. She didn’t say anything at first but the look in her eyes tore me apart. I started to come in, but she yelled at me and told me to go away. I knew that she wasn’t mad at me but rather she was trying to protect me, but I was hurt and angry, angry that I had failed her. I stomped down the hall at the end of the hall was a turn to the right, rather than turning I punched the wall with both fists and walked right through. I kept going down the next hall and came to a door again I punched it with both fists and blew it to smithereens. I kept going down another hall but before I could get to the next door, it swung open on its own. It was like God was sending me a reminder that he was still there. As I rounded another corner and came to another closed door, I through the tears I cried out to God and told him that I needed his help. Thats when the door began to creak open all by itself. I found myself outside staring at a really green yard, and I could hear Pastor Joe commenting that finally his yard was green. I stood there for a few moments talking to God and realizing that I still had the baby in my hands, and then the strangest thing happened (lol like the rest wasn’t strange) it was if God rewound time, I went back inside, back to the spring, back to the lady who had scared me before and asked her to hold the baby. Then I went back down the hall towards the door that stood between me and Ari. At the door, I found a long metal pole I grabbed it as I opened the door.
As I charged into the room I woke up, but almost in protest I finished the dream in my imagination beating the crap out of the guys in there. I don’t think that’s the ending God was looking for maybe thats why I woke up, but in the end I had His assurance that Ari was safe and that’s what counted for the most.
On 4/19/2009 we (Ari and I) received a prophetic word about our next house along with that came a word that by this time next year my ministry would be in full swing.
A little over one year later we received a call that the bank had accepted our offer, on a house and that just happened to be the same weekend I was leading our Men’s group on a camping trip.
I can’t tell you how excited I am to be entering into a new stage in life, as homeowners and in ministry. At the time we didn’t think much of it, we were so excited about the prospect of moving into our new home, thats really all we focused on. When the move didn’t happen according to when we thought it should we were a disappointed, but it’s great looking back and knowing that God had a plan all along. That realization gives me hope for the future and a renewed trust in God and his Word.
Here’s a dream I had about a week ago:
In the dream my boss offers us this house and I quickly accept. The next thing I know I’m waking up in a bedroom of the house next to Ari. The room is dark but I could see the walls, they were painted white with pink and black swirls. All around the walls were mirrors that had been hung on the walls but were now broken and shattered. As we left the bedroom, we came to a really beautiful sitting room. I took some time to arrange the chairs (taking ownership in a sense), but was interrupted by people arriving to go on the inspection of the house. My boss, my mom, and some others I didn’t recognize were there to go on the tour. As we went through the house we could tell it was in obvious need of repair, sections of the ceiling were drooping from water damage. And an access tunnel that ran through the roof connecting the section we were in to the chapel (also part of the house) was damaged from the water, but the lower access tunnel was open. Now this house was huge, I mean huge! But as we were walking my mom started asking me the important questions I had forgotten to ask like, how much is he asking? I didn’t and tried finding my boss to ask, but after seeing more damage she recommended not getting the house. I can remember the whole time asking God what his will was, did he want me here to fix up the place. I knew we could do it, but wanted to be sure that’s what God wanted me to do. We eventually made it to the chapel which looked like a small old Cathedral. The dream ended with me trying to find my boss to find out the cost.