Dream 56
Dream 56 The river rages in front of me. Water white with fury and power as it foams against the rocks. Rain falls down as if the sky is weeping and I realize that the rage is mine and the tears are mine. I am standing on the prayer path. Psalm 37:23 is under my […]
Dream 55
Dream 55 I am fifteen years into the future. The year is 2031. It is Easter Sunday. Tens of thousands of Christians line the beaches and bridges all the way from Pensacola to Panama City. Behind them, millions and millions of angels stand upon the sea. Some so tall that their heads disappear into the […]
Dream 54
Dream 54 The river runs smoothly before us, almost creamy and silky in how smoothly it flows over and around the rocks. In some places it is silky smooth but in others it makes little whirl pools or frothy foam. Gatherer stands with me, looking at the river. We stand there for a while before […]