The Dream God Gave Me
January 1, 2014
Last night I had a dream...and It made such an impression on me that if you don't mind, I'll just share it with you.
The Dream God Gave Me
It was time for the returning of Jesus...The Father was sitting on His throne. There were lots and lots of people sitting in the room. Then it was time for everyone to get in line and receive the Judgment from the Father. The line was endless! There were people I knew and lots of people I didn't know. At first I was surprised to see so many people were happy (they were saved.) but then the stream of lost souls (crying and angry) started pouring out of the building. It was a steady stream...double line...it was so sad! The ones left still standing...waiting in line... had to push their way thru the steady stream of lost souls.
Everyone was carrying something with them, it was to give to the Father to show their identity. Just as my turn was getting closer, someone rudely grabbed (my something) out of my hands. It was my Bible! It got rudely jostled around, but then it came back to me...so I thought: it was just the case, an empty case with some old crumbs and beads left in the case from the Bible not being removed from the case for so long. Then I came before the Father, handed Him the case, and fell to my knees and sang a song about the Blood of Jesus. As I sang, the tears ran down my face. Then to my surprise the Father didn't even look at the empty case I gave Him. He set it on the bench behind Him and listened to me sing. Then He kindly and gently handed me the case and signaled for me to sit down with the Saints.
There were only a few people I knew, and the one I knew and chose to sit beside, was my Mom! She, too, was seated with the Saints! The high point that stands out to me in this dream is The Power in the Blood of Jesus! It is our righteousness, the only identity the Father is looking for....all our Holy religious things we do are totally pointless and meaningless to the Father, if we are only doing them for a better standing with God, trying to get a deeper relationship with God. Our righteousness is as filthy rags, it's only when He sees The Blood of His Son, that He will pass over us.
-An Amish sister in the Lord
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