My Dream Story

            When God’s Supernatural Invades Our Natural

It all started when I was a very young girl – 5 or 6 years old. Fearful of snakes and fearful of falling, I was having recurring dreams about falling from the sky into a pit of snakes. But in the dreams I was never bitten by any of the snakes. The snakes would just be stirred and started moving all around without harming me.

As I grew up, other dreams came, and thoughts that seemed to come to reality a short time later, but there was no one around me that had any understanding of dreams, to explain what was happening to me. After my mother passed away, I found among her things a very old dream interpretation book. I’m sure she was trying to understand her own dreams, and possibly mine, but she had never said anything about it.

All during my life I’ve experienced unusual and supernatural things. Even as a child, I would know things before they happened.

 Isaiah43:18-19 Remember ye not the former things, neither

consider the things of old. 19 Behold, I will do a new thing; now it shall spring forth; shall ye not know it? I will even make a way in the wilderness, and rivers in the desert.

Owls showed up at our back door on two different occasions, hooting and hooting. They kept it up for a very long time on those nights, and the next morning we’d find that someone in the family had died. First, an uncle, and then it was my father, who was killed in an automobile accident just up the street from where we lived. I was only 10 years old when this happened, and I didn’t think much of owls at that point.

As I moved into the teen years, I would think of a situation or a person and the thought would quickly become reality. More often than not, though, these thoughts that became reality meant tragedy and loss, and I began to suppress them when they came; I didn’t want the outcome they foretold, and I began to believe my thinking it was causing it to happen.

One time, in my early twenties, after I was married, I worked the second shift at my job and – as it grew close to 9 pm – I had an overwhelming urge to leave work and go to a certain street, where I’d never been before. I pushed the thoughts aside, but the urgency to leave kept pressing on me. Finally, I made arrangements to have a half day off, got someone to cover my shift, and went to that street.

Even as I drove up the road, I was thinking how crazy it looked, wondering if I had finally “lost it.” I came to the end of the road and nothing had happened to warrant my urge to go there. I turned around and started back, but pulled off to the side, and sat thinking that I really must be crazy.

I heard a truck coming and looked up. It was my husband; he was just coming from the house of another woman, and the Lord was revealing the unfaithful relationship – another experience of the urgings of the Spirit bringing devastation. I began to hate the premonitions – I was finished with the supernatural!

 My marriage deteriorated, becoming more and more difficult over the years, finally ending in divorce. But during the time that it was limping along, without my knowing it, an abusive situation was happening in my family.

Also, my youngest daughter was having recurring dreams about two ladies, one dressed in black and the other in white. A battle between good and evil was taking place in my home, and because I had completely rejected any thought or revelation regarding supernatural gifts, my child had no one to talk to about her disturbing dreams. So, any awareness of trouble from a supernatural God was rejected.

  This is why I now do a dream interpretation ministry, and why I wrote this book. No one should be deceived by the enemy and kept from understanding the will of God.

Prayer changes the plans of the evil one. If you do not believe or have the knowledge to change the situation, the enemy can destroy your life.

 These things finally came to light and the whole thing collapsed.

These bitter betrayals were acid on my soul. I was completely destroyed. I was mad at God, the Church, and everyone around me.

I didn’t know how I would ever get relief.

 It was as if a hand grenade had been put in my mouth and detonated. The mother, the wife, and the woman in me were blown to pieces. All of my pieces were scattered through the universe.

                                    How could I ever be put back together?

 I refused to attend church any longer – I was too betrayed! But some people at my work didn’t give up on me. They convinced me to try a women’s group, called “Women’s Aglow.”  That group of caring women became my church.

I started reading my Bible again and the dreams started coming. At a Women’s Aglow conference, my prayer language came, just as it’s told in the Book of Acts and the 12th chapter of 1st Corinthians. What’s described there is what happened to me. I received a prayer language from God, which – unless He reveals it – only He understands. Now, when I prayed, my words were going straight to His Throne, without interference from demonic forces – or my own ears having to hear all the tragedies I’d been through repeated over and over again. That Heavenly prayer language gave me the only way I could have expressed the unspeakable pain – for which I literally had no English words. But the Holy Spirit was also bringing the exact words needed to cry out for the healing of my children and their damaged emotions as well as mine.

Luke 12:12 NIV for the Holy Spirit will teach you at that time what you should say.

I wouldn’t have known what to ask for to fix so much damage. But this was the Holy Spirit at work, going deep into my spirit to find the hurt and shame I couldn’t express, the memories I’d forced too far back to remember, the damage I wasn’t even aware of. He was giving voice to things I couldn’t say – things I didn’t even know – and taking it all to the Father, asking for the specific things I would need to become whole again.

This God is the Restorer, the Binder-up of our wounds. He has been able to find and replace most of those pieces of me, and get them back into a whole woman, a whole mother – and he has been Husband to me ever since. The pieces He didn’t replace are the ones I didn’t need. He molded me and shaped me after His purposes. He has done a glorious and beautiful spiritual work.

The Holy Spirit directed me to choose the good interpretation and let the evil go. My inner man started to strengthen, as the Word of God seeped into my spirit; healing was coming for me emotionally, spiritually and physically. Instead of the devastation and dread they’d held before, dreams became the glue that was mending my life and broken heart, putting me back together – in a slightly different alignment this time. A broken heart is a beautiful sacrifice when God is drawing us back to Him.

Psalm 51:17 KJV The sacrifices of God are a broken spirit: a broken and a contrite heart, O God, thou wilt not despise.

 At the leading of the Spirit of GOD, I began to write my dreams in a journal, and to search the scriptures from Genesis to Revelation for their meaning. Some days I would spend 8 hours or more going through the Bible. I would read accounts of other dreamers in the Bible. I was trying to find out what they dreamed, why they dreamed, and what did my dreams mean.

Why the urgency?

Because even the loving and caring people I encountered in the Christian community knew almost nothing about dreams. From my mother in my childhood until this time of searching for clarity, I’d found no one who could explain where the dreams came from, why they came, and what I was to do about them. I’d thought as a child that they came to frighten me and bring harm. What I learned showed the mercy and power of a loving God, sending dreams to help us.

Ecclesiastes 7:25 KJV I applied mine heart to know, and to search and to seek out wisdom, and the reason of things, and to know the wickedness of folly, even of foolishness and madness.

Jeremiah 29:13 KJV And ye shall seek me, and find me, when ye shall search for me with all your heart.

Proverbs 25:2 KJV It is the glory of God to conceal a thing: but

the honor of kings is to search out a matter.

 Now, all the dreams, visions, and thoughts that came were washed with the water of the Holy Word of God, and I learned to pray against the harm I saw coming, asking God’s protection on that situation, and for the good outcome – not the devastation the enemy wanted to bring. I realized the dreams and premonitions came to show me in advance the harm the devil meant to bring, so I could cry out to God for help over that scheme.

I was reversing the curse that was upon my life  and those I loved.

Then, a dream that sealed the deal and settled that the Spirit of God and all His goodness was at my disposal.

Once again, there was a reoccurring dream, this time for six months straight. This one was filled with fear, and I would wake up crying in the mornings after that dream. It involved my two small granddaughters, and I knew that the enemy intended to bring something awful into their lives

I began to declare the truth of scripture in this situation and to push back in prayer against the evil plans after every dream that left me frightened for my granddaughters.

 My Prayer below:

“Satan, you are destroyed by the blood of the Lamb and word of my testimony. In Jesus‘ name, take your hands off my granddaughters.”

Revelation 12:11 KJV And they overcame him by the blood of the Lamb, and by the word of their testimony; and they loved not their lives unto the death.

 The awful day finally came.

My two granddaughters were in a car and it began to roll down a hill into the middle of the highway – into very fast moving traffic. One granddaughter jumped out and fell under its wheels.

Her shirt was ripped off and tire tracks were left on her chest, but not a bone was broken. The other child ended up in the middle of the highway with her arm completely shut in the back car door and not a bone was broken.

   NOT ONE BONE WAS BROKEN – just as it was with Jesus at Calvary!

 John 19:36 KJV For these things were done, that the scripture

should be fulfilled — A bone of him shall not be broken.

They were taken to the emergency room with just a few cuts and bruises.

 Praise the Lord for warning DREAMS.

So finally, the generational curse was being reversed. I began to have clarity of the purposes of God. He never leaves us without a remedy or counsel from the Throne of God.

Psalm 33:11 KJV The counsel of the LORD standeth for ever, the thoughts of his heart to all generations.

Judges 18:5 KJV And they said unto him, Ask counsel, we pray

thee, of God, that we may know whether our way which we go shall be prosperous.

Job 12:13 KJV With him is wisdom and strength, he hath counsel and understanding.

Job 12:12-13KJV I will bless the LORD, who hath given me counsel my reins also instruct me in the night seasons.

Psalm 64:2 NIV Hide me from the conspiracy of the wicked, from that noisy crowd of evildoers.

Proverbs 8:14 KJV Counsel is mine, and sound wisdom: I am understanding; I have strength.

Proverbs 20:5 KJV Counsel in the heart of man is like deep water; but a man of understanding will draw it out.

Proverbs 20:18 KJV Every purpose is established by counsel: and with good advice make war.

1 Corinthians 10:13 KJV There hath no temptation taken you but such as is common to man: but God is faithful, who will not suffer you to be tempted above that ye are able ; but will with the temptation also make a way to escape, that ye may be able to bear it.

Now – knowing the dreams came so I could turn them with prayer – these dreams became a tool for good and not evil. Our ever-merciful God sends them to warn, protect, direct, encourage and bless our lives.

He wants the same for you!

When there was no one to explain these things to me, the enemy was able to have me believe that the supernatural revelations that came to me were causing the heartache and horror that followed them. Had the enemy of my soul been able, he would have drawn me to lean toward the evil forces of the supernatural which would bring destruction on me and others. Instead, I found the God side which brings healing and restoration.  The lover of my soul meant it for good not evil. He allowed me to see these things from both sides in order to find the proper perspective for the revelations I was receiving.

Now, the supernatural blesses and protects my life.


3 Responses to My Dream Story

  1. Bob Overton says:

    Loved your story! I too have been a dreamer all of my life and my mom before me, my mother did not say yes to the invitation to get closer but I did after years in the Lord and many spiritual battles I was taken to heaven and a door was open to me to interpret. I have sense interpreted thousands of dream with an assured accuracy by Holy Spirit who lets me know when I have hit the mark and missed it just a little.
    It seems this seer prophetic gift is one the enemy cannot look into so the attacks on our lives are very intense but we get to see the secret things and our steps are ordered from the Lord. Blessings

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