August 17, 2022
Dream
We were driving through the rain forest and then was blocked because there was a recording going on. Somehow though while waiting it switched to us being in a building and not able to pass through the room at the time because of the filming. Then we fell asleep. Sometime during the night, I got up because I wanted to use the bathroom and I was allowed to pass, but I could not turn on any light and everything must be left exactly as it was. The person guarding stayed outside the main room and I went inside the room then to the bathroom. The guard was still outside the main room.
I woke up.
This may be the most elaborate “I need to pee” dream or a message dream. But either way Yahweh please let me know. It is in your hands. I’m going back to sleep now.
And I did not go back to sleep. So I’m up. Granted I put on a sermon with the hopes of going back to sleep, but nope. (I was daydreaming at night, lol). And was like, I’m not gonna keep going down the daydreaming road. Block that. So Yahweh, I am here. At your feet. Thank you for life. Thank you for who you are and your blessings in my life. Thanking you for family, friends and the privilege to worship you.
Singing
To worship you I live. To worship you I live, I live to worship you.
Some trust in horses and chariots. Some trust in kings and queens, but I am trusting in Jehovah. The God who sees me. The God who loves me. The God who restores me. Not just me. But you are restoring right relationship with you. For your sons, the men. The men of this nation, of this community. Yahweh, restore their hearts to you. Yahweh, I bring before you Jayden especially, who is as of last night in a coma. But you are Jehovah-Rapha. You heal. You restore. Heal him father. Restore him to his mom. Let him be a testimony of your goodness and love and of your power to save. You surround us with joyous sounds of salvation. Surround him, his family and heal. Touch him. Thank you for who you are. It is done. Your will be done.
Remember the priests. Your representatives on this earth. May they seek you at all times. I pray that they will honour you and lead their household into a perpetual season of prosperity – yes, including wealth, but also health and strength. Grace and unity as a family. Ministry for you and in you. You, God, are our miracle. Thank you for being a helper. Still so amazing to think of. You, THE GOD, helping us. TThank you Yahweh. Thank you.
John 10:10 – A thief comes to steal, kill, and destroy. But I came so that my sheep will have life and so that they will have everything they need.
Steal (might steal) : kleptó : to steal, to take away by stealth (well, we know where the word kleptomaniac came from).
Kill (might kill) : thuó : to offer, sacrifice, to immolate (slaughter for any purpose).
Destroy (might destroy) : apollumi : destroy utterly, lose, I am perishing (resultant death viewed as certain).
It’s funny, reading in the Greek there is no but. There is a period and then a definitive statement: I came…
I : egó : I (only expressed when emphatic), expressed forcibly and clearly.
Came : erchomai : appear, bring, enter, fall out, accompany, go, grow.
There is no doubt that he is here.
Life : zóé : life, both physical (present) and spiritual, possessed of vitality, life real and genuine, lifetime.
Abundant : perissos : more, greater, excessive, exceedingly, vehemently, pre-eminence, all-around.
Singing
All around, all around. Everywhere I look your love is all around.
Thank you for taking away my sins and surrounding me in your love. Thank you, I love you.
Midnight Chores
I haven’t done midnight chores in a long time, but I did not want to go back to sleep before 2am. So was listening to a sermon while putting clothes on hangers (yeah slacked off for a bit the last couple weeks). When that sermon (which I listened to almost ten months ago, but took on another meaning today) was finished, and was looking for another.
I saw another sermon entitled, “Single and Secure.” Well, actually a conversation. But I was surprised when five of the six people on the panel were married people who have been married pretty much straight out of high school. I was like what?!! This makes no sense, but was like, let’s see what they will say. I didn’t actually listen though, because the comments struck me. There were those who were rejoicing and those who were bitter. The thing is, I understood both sides. I’ve been both sides. I’ve been bitter. Bitter at the church for thinking because I’m single with no children that I’m still a child. Bitter because married people expect the singles in church to cater to their needs – that we have all the money in the world and we don’t have to answer to anyone. Newsflash we do. I was bitter at Yahweh, wondering why he’s taking so long. What am I doing wrong? How messed up am I that he couldn’t find one person in the world who would want me. And yes, I had all these thoughts. And nothing but condescension from the church.
But then. I met a man. Actually, truly met him. Who told me everything about me. Who told me he saw every time I cried and saw my insecurities and who said that he wasn’t denying me and that he wasn’t denying me and that I wasn’t so messed up that he couldn’t find anyone for me. But he loved me too much to not take the time. He needed to make me ready and he also needed what I would do as a single woman in the same church that rejected me. And while I do rejoice now and I’m grateful for what he has done and what he has promised, it hurts that there are still those who are hurting because (and Imma be blunt), the married people are still not sensitive to the way they treat single people of a certain age in the church.
Funny enough last night, at the preparation for an upcoming prayer session, the leader said, we are praying for the husbands, the head of the households, the fathers, the men. Then next week, we are praying for wives and mothers. Then the next week the youths and children, followed by praying for our nation and so on. I said that she missed a demographic. And she could not see it. It was someone else who pointed out that singles weren’t included. Then she said, well, they’re included in the category of men and women. But I believe that the same intentionality given to stating husbands, wives, mothers and fathers should be given to singles. We are already marginalised. Make the effort to say our names.
Yahweh, I am thankful for what you’ve done for me. Taking me from bitter to better. I pray for our singles. You know us by name. We are not forgotten in your eyes, but many do feel that way, Yahweh, open their eyes so that they can see your love for us. As your sons and daughters. I bring before you Jenny, who is burdened by bitterness and the waiting that seems to have no end. Touch her Yahweh and heal her. I pray that she is surrounded by love. Your love and that she becomes sensitive to it and responds to it.
I pray for our church that all would be embraced. That we will all be considered part of the family. Yours. Cover us Yahweh with your grace. Thank you for healing and restoration in you. I love you.
