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Dreams etc.

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I’m back in a dream season again and the good news is I’m remembering more of them.  The bad news is some are corrective.  Wait, that’s good news too, because God loves me enough to talk to me about my “stuff.”  Thankfully, after I dealt with that I had subsequent encouraging dreams.  One was interesting in that there was a big military jet that was hovering in the sky like a helicopter (if that doesn’t scream “supernatural” then nothing does!).  I remember thinking that it shouldn’t be able to do that, lol.  People were in lines waiting to get onto buses and planes and trains.  I sensed it was a mustering of troops and they were being shipped out to the harvest fields!  I joined a line and looked down and started finding jewelry.  I think I found two necklaces with hearts on them and one had a diamond in the back.  Someone asked how I would find the owners and I said I would advertise but not give all the information and the owner would have to give the missing part.  I also found a gemstone in the grass.  After that I had a dream that I was building a nest and was very happy when I realized it was a eagle’s nest :)

This morning I dreamed I saw an old friend (actually a second cousin).  Her nickname is “Pickle” (although she spells it “Pickel”).  Anyway she told me she may be getting separated/divorced and wanted to give me her address.  I didn’t have anything to write it down on so she gave me her phone number (which doesn’t make sense, lol).  Anyway the phone number was 746 “for school” (or 4 SCHOOL…472-4665).  Then I woke up.  I wrote the number down quick and later Googled it.  Turns out it was a number in Mexico!  After enough time had passed (because they are three or four hours behind!) I called and got a recording that the number was no longer in service.  I thought maybe I’d talk to someone who was “in a pickle” and needed to hear that God saw what was going on.  In case I missed that I also dialed the number in my area code and got the same recording.  Then I decided to look up 7:46 and 74:6, which didn’t really turn up much.  Lastly, I punched in 7:4-6 and got this:

So, my brothers and sisters, you also died to the law through the body of Christ, that you might belong to another, to him who was raised from the dead, in order that we might bear fruit for God. For when we were in the realm of the flesh, the sinful passions aroused by the law were at work in us, so that we bore fruit for death.  But now, by dying to what once bound us, we have been released from the law so that we serve in the new way of the Spirit, and not in the old way of the written code.

That’s a good word :)  I have been meditating on dying to self a lot lately, so perhaps this is the Spirit’s “new way” of telling me I’m ready “4 SCHOOL” and this will be the subject.  I’m not sure, but in any event, He’s definitely got my attention!

In other news, yesterday my younger brother and I went down to dad’s old place and packed up his things in the garage (lots of tools and equipment) and downstairs.  All of what was there was supposed to come back.  Today when we took the truck to pick them up some things were missing.  We didn’t make a big deal out of it (though dad wasn’t too pleased).  Perhaps she didn’t think we would notice.  There has been a lot of finger pointing lately and it’s hard to know who is telling the truth (let alone the fact that I’m not interesting in being the judge).  I’m just trying to help dad start over and forgive, with an emphasis on the latter because without it the former will be sabotaged.  Oh how we need Jesus!

Keep pressing in

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It has been a very busy week.  My friend Mary came up on December 2nd and stayed with me for four days.  On Monday (the 5th) we had my Rodan and Fields “big business launch” which was fun.  I should have invited more people, but it went well.  One of the ladies who came to the launch ended up staying overnight at my son’s place, so she came up and joined us for breakfast the next day.  Tuesday night I had my last council meeting (I resigned because they found a replacement, finally!).  I only have so much time, and the grace ran out to serve.  Wednesday I met up with Mary and a friend at the friend’s house and I ended up being away the whole day.

Thursday I drove to Hanover and got dad and took him to what I thought was going to be his first cataract surgery.  Turns out it was an appointment to talk about the surgery and to “measure his eyes.”  They then made an appointment for him to see his doctor the next day so he ended up coming home and staying with us overnight.  Friday I drove him to his appointment, ran errands on the way home and that was pretty much it for the day.

Somewhere during all the busyness of Friday I got discouraged, perhaps because another week has flown by and I didn’t get half the things done I wanted to (that and the lion’s share of dad’s upcoming surgeries is going to fall on my shoulders).  I have to confess I got into the comparison thing with the business, too, and how well others are doing compared to me (just being real again).  Some people just seem to walk in huge amounts of favor.  Then I started to have some issues with my computer.  When I went to bed I was pretty discouraged and feeling as if God was a million miles away (though He lives in me, which says something about my own disconnect).  I remember telling Kevin I was tired of waiting.  I didn’t even know what I was waiting for, but I was tired of waiting.

The next morning he started the devotional we sometimes listen to and I was surprised because usually it doesn’t load until Sunday.  It was on that passage in James 5, “Be patient, then, brothers and sisters, until the Lord’s coming. See how the farmer waits for the land to yield its valuable crop, patiently waiting for the autumn and spring rains.  You too, be patient and stand firm, because the Lord’s coming is near….”  I haven’t done such a good job of being patient lately. 

I texted someone and asked for prayer on the way down to my mom’s (she was having a get together with her two remaining sisters).  Anyway she texted back an encouraging prayer and shared some things.  I realize that all this “junk” that is coming up is really an answer to my prayer that He would bring everything (in my life) that is hidden to light.  That and I pray, “The depths of me for the depth of you.”  Sometimes I don’t like what He shows me from my depths.

When I went to bed last night I asked God to please give me a dream and He did.  Me and another woman were climbing a mountain.  It was like Mount Everest and covered in snow with lots of crevasses and a steep pitch.  We had these crampon-like things that were on our hands and when I pressed them into the snow on the mountain suddenly it was as if I had clipped into something and was on rails flying up the side of the mountain and plowing through snow over and around boulders.  The other lady stopped pressing her hands down in the snow and fell off.  A picture is worth a thousand words, but in this case three would suffice.

Three years ago

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Yesterday I was doing some cleaning and discovered a transcript of the encounter Kevin had three years ago.  I went back to see if I wrote about it then and I did, though I didn’t go into detail.  It is significant for a number of reasons, though, and considering the dream I had yesterday morning I found myself pondering it all through the day.  It was on my mind when I went to sleep.

I awoke shortly after 3:00 and went down to the basement to talk to God (sometimes I stay in bed and other times I need to just get out of bed).  I can’t say that I heard anything back, and I think I went back to bed about a half hour later.  In the morning I had a dream.  I wish I could remember more of it, but I woke up too quickly.  Anyway this is the gist:  Kevin and I were lying on our backs in bed and then an office chair (on rollers) started levitating to my left.  I didn’t know if it was a good thing or bad thing and was wondering whether I should be rebuking the devil or what, lol.  Somehow I figured out it was okay.  Then the first chair either changed to or went down and another chair came up, this one looking more like a kitchen chair.  Other things appeared, and I must have been getting comfortable with it because I discovered that I could make them move (that were in the air) by waving my hand.  And I don’t remember what those things were (maybe a rope of some sort?).

I wasn’t thinking too much about it when a friend texted asking for my thoughts on a dream she’d had.  I ended up calling her and after talking about hers told her mine, and she gave me some insight.  I especially liked when she said chairs can represent authority in an area and it hit me how God likes to play with words (area and air-ea).  In the end it’s all tied to rest, that word that just won’t go away, lol.  Actually I don’t want it to.  Jesus did everything from a place of rest, so how much more do I need to!!!

Another thing to note is that both my friend and I went to bed pondering something, and both dreams (I believe anyway) were God speaking to us about the questions we were asking Him.  In the end, it encouraged us both and for me personally gave me a lot of hope.  She also shared how much reading the Passion translation on Song of Songs has impacted her, so I ordered it.  One of my prayers is, “The depths of me for the depths of You.”  I don’t want my love to be shallow.

Two years

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Tonight I’m planning on going to the GSSM graduation.  I haven’t been there as much this year and because of that I don’t know most of those graduating, but there are a few I have had the privilege of walking beside these last few years, and I am looking forward to honoring them and their accomplishment.  I realized today that it’s been two years since I graduated.  Two years!  The years sure know how to fly.

I had a dream a couple of days ago.  In it a blimp was being launched.  I noticed as it went up that a woman was attached to one of the tethers.  At one point she was afraid it would come off so she reached up and grabbed the rope with her hands.  In the meantime me or someone radioed the blimp and it came back and lowered her to the ground so she could get off.  As it’s taking off again she swings the tether free of a tree (to keep it from getting tangled in the branches) and then it comes around and instead gets caught in three electrical wires.  I grab the tether and try to tear it loose but I can’t, so I yell to a man standing there to get a knife.  End of dream.  This morning I had another dream, this time where an eagle landed on my head, grabbed it, and flew off with me.  It kind of reminded me of Kayle Mumby’s owl story where the owl landed on his head (though that really happened!).

Anyway I had the sense in the first dream that I was both watching and participating, that that was me attached to the blimp, that was me trying to keep the tether free, and then trying to free it again.  Interestingly enough I went to bed the night before discouraged because of something I posted in a forum.  It wasn’t a bad thing, but I thought in hindsight how stupid it must have looked and felt kind of embarrassed.  I tend to be kind of impulsive and that’s not all bad, but I should have recognized that I needed to let what I typed marinate before I hit “post.”  I think (now that I’m licensed, especially) that I should be careful what I do and say because in a way I represent Global now.  But shouldn’t I already be careful because I represent Jesus?  And I am, but I start “shoulding” on myself about how I should behave in front of people and how I should stop trying to be funny.  ~Sigh~  So the realization that I still have some fear of man in me and/or wanting to be accepted is what I went to bed with that night, and I was pretty sad.  In the morning I was praying (and crying, as usual) and just basically asking God to do something.  And then the phone rang.

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again.  There are people God puts in your life who He prompts to call or write or speak a word at just the right time, and Laurie is one of those.  I shared my dream and my frustration with myself over this stupid little thing, and she made sense of it.  She reminded me that dreams are like pictures of what He wants to do in and through us and that He is faithful to keep us from stepping out if we’re carrying things that will sabotage where we’re going.  That said, it is miserable when you realize your heart is ready but there’s this stupid little thing you can’t seem to shake, the thing that’s holding you down, so to speak.  He knows my desire to be completely submitted/committed to Him.  He also knows I have an active, get-it-done personality and that’s part of God’s plan for the type of person I am.  I mean, He determined my personality!  She went on to say, “I have to think that even that part that you feel like you’re struggling with is part of His equipping to accomplish the particular plan He has for your life.”  That said, most people probably have one or more things in their life that they wonder, “Why can’t I get over this?!”  Aren’t you glad He doesn’t let us “get over it” until we get rid of the stupid little things?

He is on my side and I belong to Him.  The dream was like Him saying, “We’re almost there, there’s just a little more work to do.”  But sometimes (most times, actually) that work is painful, and an aversion to pain is one reason people don’t pursue the Lord all the way to that place of death to self.  Somewhere along the way they say, “I’m pretty comfortable in this spot and I’m not willing to endure any more pain.”  Being broken is painful.  Or is it the realization of just how broken I am?  Probably some of both.

So I will focus on the blimp that is free and flying, the promises He’s given, the prophecies that have yet to be fulfilled.  I will hold that out like the joy before me and remind myself that brokenness is part of the journey to be in the place I’ve asked God to take me.  I trust Him.  He’s a good, good Father, and He knows what He’s doing and will bring this work to completion!  It feels good to rest again :)

Another One Bites the Dust

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I have a sneaking suspicion I have used that particular title before, but it doesn’t matter.  A lot has happened and I won’t let myself dive into the day until I write something, probably not as much as I’d like to, but at least something because life is amazing.  Before I get to what’s happening now I have to jot a few things down because this blog is sort of a diary to me and I write things here that I’d otherwise forget, though I’m not sure I’d forget this one.

I visited Mary in early December and had a dream in which all I remembered was a little man came with a small pair of scissors and cut the top button off my blouse and I was not a happy camper!  I went looking for a needle and thread and another button, and don’t remember much else.  Of course I consulted the dream dictionary but it wasn’t much help this time.  I thought perhaps it meant “buttons” as in the kind that you really want to disable, the kind people push in us (that shouldn’t be there but hey, it’s a process).  So I shared it with Mary over a cup of tea at breakfast and went back into the bedroom to get dressed.  She called my name and I knew immediately she heard something from Holy Spirit.  She told me, “It’s not okay that he took that button, and someday the Lord is going to back up a truckload of them and dump them on the ground!”  I’M GETTING MY BUTTONS BACK!  What does that mean?  lol.  I don’t know but it made me very happy because for years I feel as if things have been stolen from me, probably from all of us, but the thief is caught :)

Most of December was a blur.  We took the grandchildren on an adventure to the PA State Museum in Strasburg because they love trains and had a blast.  Christmas Eve was spent down at the kids’ house and it was the sweetest night.  Oh!  I forgot to mention I felt as if I was to pick up my guitar again after what, thirty years?  And I have been playing it every day and have a snazzy set of callouses to prove it!  Anyway I will never forget playing and singing Silent Night to the two oldest boys (the youngest was already in bed) and they sat, mesmerized, Liam spellbound and almost falling asleep on his grandfather’s knee.  My heart swells just thinking about it!  Somehow playing guitar is coming to me quicker and I am enjoying it more than a little.  Yesterday someone on FB asked us to post a favorite song from the 90s and I chose “More Than Words” and decided to learn to play it, so I’ll be working on that for a while.  You know, He wants more than words from us, too.  Don’t be just hearers, don’t just say I love you, Jesus.  Be doers.

The “big event” this month though occurred on Christmas Day.  I had one more batch of cookies to make for the big McCarty gathering which was to be at our house the following day.  During the course of snickerdoodling I must have twisted the wrong way (though I didn’t feel a pop) but my back started to ache in an old familiar way it had 15 years before.  I recognized it and went and did the “static back” thing but it gradually got worse.  And worse.  And worse.  By evening I was hardly moving.  At 11:00, when Kevin came to bed I moaned and groaned and at midnight finally said, “Take me to the ER.”  He wheeled me in and I said, “No, I wasn’t riding a hoverboard, I was just baking cookies!”  Good for a laugh, but the pain was excruciating.  A quick exam and two prescriptions (dose given right away) gave me enough relief to be on my way with the instructions to see my doctor on Monday (two days away).  They prescribed Valium with acetaminophen and diazepam.  Guess what?  Diazepam is generic Valium!  I was double dosed!!!  Not only that, they had me taking it every four hours until we read the bottle and it said six!

Saturday and Sunday were a blur.  It got so bad Kevin had to do everything for me, including lift my feet on and off the bed or sofa, literally pull me up and lower me down.  The use of any of my back muscles (and they seem to be connected to every muscle in my body) hurt so bad.  Sunday night I got on Facebook and requested prayer.  Monday morning we went to my doctor as a walk-in and she “just happened” to have a cancellation when I arrived.  She couldn’t believe they had me double dosed and prescribed prednisone, Motrin, and Flexeril (that’s what was causing the pain, all those spasms).  I cut the dosage of the first two because as a general rule I don’t need regular doses (super sensitive to meds) and by the end of the day Monday was feeling well on the road to recovery.  I didn’t even need to take the Flexeril, I guess because it had gone back in, and the spasms had stopped.  I’m fairly certain God put my back back in place overnight Sunday into Monday or sometime Monday morning, and I am no longer taking Motrin.  I will taper of the prednisone over the next few days.  I can feel my back is what I would call “weak” so I have to take it easy.  I am still dealing with dizziness though.  She said it would take a few days to get that much narcotics out of my system!!!  Ugh.  But the worst is over.  I just need to behave.  Always a challenge for this chicka, lol.

It was good to be laid up, I needed it.  God knew it and I knew it.  That said, I know He didn’t do it to me, and through the pain my prayers involved thanking Him for His goodness and love for me, for allowing it, and for healing me and getting me through it.  There was so much I had wanted to get done.  Needless to say the party was canceled, but life went on.  The world didn’t stop because I couldn’t move, and the gratefulness I felt when I could walk again was overwhelming.  Somehow over the past day or two I got it.  What is it, you may ask?  That He loves me!  It has made it from my head to my heart!  I have made peace with myself and I feel as if I’m shedding my skin and becoming a new person!  In fact, another song from the 90s was “Losing My Religion,” and I thought hmm, that could so easily be changed to “Losing Inhibitions.”  I think I could have fun with that because, well, I’m talking and I can’t shut up, lol.

Speaking of fun, last night a retired Methodist minister came by for a visit.  Her name is Patricia as well and I love talking with her.  She is such a wise woman.  God used her in my life years ago when I was still struggling with the fact that she was a woman preacher, lol.  I look forward to building on that friendship and hoping by osmosis to soak up some of the storehouses of wisdom in her heart!  We talked a lot and got on the subject of “monkey brain.”  If you’ve got it you know exactly what I’m talking about.  I am learning to live with my monkeys and learned something important overnight:  they can be trained!

Perhaps it is a side effect of the prednisone, but I was wide awake at 1 and the monkeys started their chattering.  Ideas came flooding at me that I know were from Holy Spirit, and the monkeys were having a high time cackling over them, and so I reached over and started pecking them out on my iPhone.  Videos, songs, projects, you name it, I wrote it.  I had shared with Pat that I felt as if 2016 was going to be my “year of creativity” and how I wanted to do something creative every day.  We are, after all, made in our Creator’s image and are creators ourselves!  She cautioned me against setting myself up to fail in that if I have a day (for whatever reason) that I can’t do that it could discourage me, so I am working around that, but yes, 2016 is going to be VERY creative.  Right now I have more ideas than you could shake a stick at (that’s a weird saying, isn’t it?!).  The key is asking Him, “What do you want me to do today, Lord?”  There will be days when it will be to quiet myself.  Those could be quite challenging but I must and will do them or He will “make me lie down in green pastures” again, lol.

You know, I had so much joy flooding over me this morning I could hardly stand it.  I wondered, is this what people mean when they say they feel His good pleasure?!  If so I want more of that.  So today, the last day of 2015, I am trying to decide what to do with this blog.  I won’t delete it, I just don’t know whether I should continue it or start a whole new one.  And if I do start a new one, will it be open to the world or private, perhaps inviting anyone here who may be interested to come along with me.  I just don’t know yet, but I will because He promises to give wisdom to those who ask without doubting, and I don’t doubt Him.  He is for me, and I am no longer against me :)

Happy New Year everyone!  It’s going to be a Sweet ’16 for me.  I know there will be pain and sorrow mixed with the joy and triumph because in this world you will have trouble!  But Jesus has overcome the world, and He lives in me!  Okay, I’m ready to get going.  Help me Jesus!  Much love to you all.  Go in peace :)  He loves you!

About that almond tree

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I wrote last week about my day at Global and the strange dream I had the morning I went (of an almond branch growing out of my right leg and it was covered with pink flowers).  That same friend who sent me the interpretation to the second dream read my post and then looked up almond tree (thank you thank you!) and I learned some more interesting things.  But first, one of the things I didn’t mention that happened that Thursday (because I didn’t think it was significant) was a 2nd year student told me when she looked at me she kept seeing a menorah though she had no idea why, so I tucked that word away, just as puzzled as she was.  Not until I read the information my friend sent was a connection made.  Here it is:

The almond tree has special significance for Tu B’Shevat. The word for “almond” is shakeid(שָׁקֵד), which comes from a root that means to “watch” or “wake” (i.e., shakad: שָׁקַד). The almond tree is the among the first trees to “awaken” from its winter sleep… We therefore eat almonds (שְׁקֵדִים) on Tu B’Shevat to celebrate the return of spring.  In the Scriptures there is a play on words regarding the use of “almond” and God’s “watchfulness” (i.e., faithfulness): “And the word of the LORD came to me, saying, ‘Jeremiah, what do you see?’ And I said, ‘I see an almond branch (מַקֵּל שָׁקֵד אֲנִי ראֶה).’ Then the LORD said to me, ‘You have seen well, for I am watching (כִּי־שׁקֵד אֲנִי) over my word to perform it'” (Jer. 1:11-12).
The blooming branch of an almond tree is breathtakingly beautiful – so much so that the LORD decorated the Menorah (מְנוֹרָה) with oil cups (i.e., gevi’im: גְבִעִים) in the shape of almond blossoms (Exod. 25:33-34; 37:19-20). Indeed, the Menorah itself is a symbol of the “Tree of Life” (עֵץ־חַיִּים) and therefore it is fitting to consider it during Tu B’Shevat as well. For more information about this, click the image below:


Finally, some have said that Aaron’s rod (מַטֵּה־אַהֲרן) – the staff he used to perform signs and wonders during the Exodus – was made from a branch of an almond tree…. Recall that during the incident of Korach’s rebellion, Aaron’s rod budded, flowered and produced almonds overnight (Num. 17), which was symbolic of the power of the “resurrected priest of God” that was coming…

So what does all this mean?  I’m still pondering it, but I can tell you it’s an incredible faith builder to have events line up like they did that Thursday followed by another awesome dream that has given me more hope than I think I’ve ever had that yes, indeed, He truly is “watching over His word to perform it!”  What word is that?  Well there is more than one, but the one I am anticipating is the one He spoke to me three years ago in Brazil when He said, “I will come to you” (John 14:18b).  The Spirit and the Bride say, “Come!”  :)

Stepping out of the boat

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With a title like that, you’re probably thinking this post will have something to do with taking a risk like Peter and stepping out in faith to do something impossible.  Not exactly.  

Last week Dr. Melodye Hilton was in and taught for three days on the DISC test, values test, and on renewing the mind.  It was all quite fascinating, and I especially enjoyed learning about the actual physical processes which occur when you think certain things (positive or negative thoughts, etc.).  Physically speaking we are what we eat.  The same is true emotionally and spiritually, though what we eat are words and thoughts.  And we have the choice to “eat” negativity (though that’s never a good idea).  The end result was that I became more rooted and grounded in who I am and in my understanding of what renewing the mind looks like for me.  I say “for me” because everyone’s battleground is different.  However, certain principles stay the same, and the enemy uses the same old tricks to get us to “swallow” lies, but we’re all on our own journeys.  Once we become truly aware of what’s going on, though, we are empowered to spit out lies with an “uh-uh, not going there” rebuttal.  

Saturday morning I was (as usual!) in and out of sleep, dreaming up a storm.  As I awoke I saw a little dinghy pull up to a shore and Jesus extend a hand to help me step out of it and onto solid ground.  The impression I got was that I was no longer going to be driven and tossed by the waves (a picture of the double-minded man mentioned in James 1).  

I am still working on getting my “land legs” and must confess that I had a bit of a wobble today, but I refuse to get back in that particular boat regardless of what my circumstances or emotions scream at me!  Now a ship?  That’s another matter entirely.  :)