Warning Dreams

I want to apologize for my downer posts. It’s my knee jerk reaction. It’s the conditioning I received growing up. The message is that I should be careful to not get in the way, be it, physically or emotionally so. The message was that I was to care for the needs of others and not have any needs myself, because who wants to bother caring for mine? No one, I was told. I was told I wasn’t wanted by anyone. I was reminded from time to time, in front of my children, of the time when I was around 8, when I was told that my father nor mother wanted me. It was said that no one wanted me and my mother proceeded to pretend to call the police to come and get me because she was done with me.

That story did not need to be repeated. I never forgot it. I took that message in deeply, along with the many others I received before and after that time. I had no idea that the call to the police never happened. I was too young to know that, had they been called, they would have come. I had no idea that any moment I did anything at all that set her off, they wouldn’t come and take me away forever. The problem was, I didn’t have to do anything to set her off. It could happen at any given moment for reasons unknown (and unrelated) to me.

I wont’ apologize for waking up, feeling down this morning. I have feelings as everyone else does and I refuse to pretend I don’t any longer. I will deal with my feelings, pray and ask for help as needed. Just like anyone else, I deserve love and care. I had a bad dream, again.

The thing is, God gives me warning dreams. I like to call it Holy Intel. I may have just awakened from one such dream and it grieves me.

I need a hug.

What I am dealing with is so wrong. The last warning dream I had, happened a few weeks after I dreamed it. I handled it very well and feel proud about that.

I felt very prepared and loved by God for the warning. I don’t want to do this again/anymore, but I will if I have to. It’s just heartbreaking.

Another thing God is doing is bringing things to my attention that I was not aware of, concerning this situation with my mother. Things I was made fun of and ridiculed for, were totally orchestrated by her, unbeknownst to me. There were many insidious set ups.

I am surprised, but grateful that God has helped me to not succumb to it all, allowing it to change who I am at my core. I see people who are forever changed, in horrible ways from such experiences. And although it feels wrong and akin to a betrayal to speak and write about such things, I will do it anyway, for as long as God wills it.

Flipping the Enemy’s Script

Allow me to share a recent dream with you…

In the dream, I was home with my children, when one our neighbor, a 14 year old boy, came over, showing us his green and red snake.  My 4 month old was the same size he is now, but in the dream he was walking. Somehow, the snake got away from my neighbor, found my baby, and bit him. I held the baby as he seemed to be getting woozy, possibly losing consciousness, while someone went to call for help.  I decided it was taking too long and got everyone ready to take the baby to the hospital. (End of dream.)

Because we love dreams, sharing and taking stabs at interpreting them, I shared this dream with my children.  My 10 year old began to get concerned as she was taking the dream quite literally.  As a homeschooling mom, I jumped at an opportunity for a teaching moment.

I explained to her that our dreams can come from us, through our own fears and issues (and more), they can come from God and the enemy as well.  We talked about how dreams from God have a redemptive quality to them and how the enemy likes to have us in fear, desperation and other negative states.

My daughter said we would not allow our neighbor over if he came with a snake.  I could tell she was shaken from my dream, so I told her to think of ways we could have fun with the different points of fear in the dream.  We talked about snakes signifying deception, and other aspects of the dream.  In the end, we used everything about the dream that concerned her, to declare blessings over the baby.  We literally flipped the enemy’s script, what was meant to harm him, we turned it around for good.  It was fun.

Too often, we get “bad dreams” and feel helpless to do anything about them.  One thing I recommend is to ask God to take over your dream life and help you to interpret your dreams and do whatever you need to do, like in our case, we interceded.  Because we know that God is a good God and wants nothing but good for us, we have the ability to declare the exact opposite and more over whatever the enemy tries to put in our path.  How fun to be able to turn the tables and torment the enemy by blessing who and what he wants to curse! What an amazing privilege!!

I love to send my dreams to Gary Fishman.  His interpretations are freaky good and I just happen to adore him, so I go to him often.  His interpretation of this dream is that my neighbor represents the young generation and the baby represents the future.  The young generation today is carrying deception, believing the lies of the world in the culture, music, religion etc.  They are walking in deception and because of that, it will pollute the future generations. Gary said that he believes God wants me to stand as a spiritual mother, to break the deception and help raise up a generation that won’t fall into the same traps as this younger generation.

Wow!!! I am most definitely up for the challenge!  How about you?  Will you stop allowing the enemy to slap you around and give him a good one/two punch of your own?  He’s already a defeated foe and he knows it, but he does his best to get us to forget who holds all of the power and authority.

The Bible says that God laughs at His enemies.  I encourage you to have fun when the enemy tries to frighten you.  Turn it on him, and be responsible for a major blessing occurring. You could literally change the world!


One of the many ways God speaks to me is through my dreams.  It is one of my favorite ways because I have so little to do with it as far as control or messing it up.  He often tells me what He is doing or about to do through them.  He also warns me of what is soon to come through them as well and I just love it all.  Talk about Holy Intel!

One such dream went like this…  In the dream, I would look at the palm of my hands and then as I looked, I could see that the pads of my fingers were bruised. So, using the other hand, I would squeeze the pads of each of my fingers and thumbs one by one.  As I did this, lots of little needles, like the size of sewing needles, would protrude out and I would remove them.  I was happy to remove them, it was fun, even.  I did each of my fingers and thumbs until all the needles were removed.  Weird dream right?

I sent it to Gary Fishman, who interprets dreams.  Gary said that the needles represented words and negative things that people have said about or to me that have gotten under my skin and held me back in various ways. Removing them represents my gaining freedom in those areas.

Of course, this was amazing news to me but here’s what Gary didn’t know at that point.  Two people, an adult woman and an 11 year old girl, both prophesied over me recently that God was healing me in various ways, not just physically, but emotionally and other ways as well.  Then, I had that dream.  Also, something else happened.

One day, after I returned home from visiting family and friends in the DC area, I sat on my bed, looking at pictures of my son that my beautiful Debbie took and sent me.  14054219_10210243946161183_2369251474626678082_n

Here’s where God got all up in it.  I admired Debbie’s work first.  She is an amazing photographer, among many other things and my boy is a ham.  Then, I admired my son.  He’s quite adorable, right?  Then, God highlighted his complexion, but He didn’t stop there.  I looked at my son and saw the beautiful hues under his brown skin, the orange/yellowish highlights and before I could form a thought, God began to play a short movie in my mind.  There were various scenes from my childhood.  Being called names by classmates who didn’t deem me dark enough. A scene from my dark skinned cousin and I playing together and him shouting, “I’m the Black Avenger!”, after which, I yelled, “And I’m the Brown Hornet!”, then, out of nowhere, my dark skinned grandmother comes rushing into the room, got in my face and said, “No. You’re the brown nothing.  That’s what you are, a brown nothing!”  She left my cousin and I confused as we were way to young to comprehend what had happened.  Of course this didn’t stop me from letting my mom know that I was a brown nothing when I got home that day.

All that was a lot, but God wasn’t finished with my little movie.  Then I saw, countless times that others around me were deemed chocolate beauties, while I stood back watching it all.  I learned to appreciate dark skin.  I have always loved dark skinned people and could easily see their beauty where others couldn’t, but here’s what also happened.  When I looked at my hand or in the mirror, I didn’t look like them.  I wasn’t so “chocolate”.  So, I learned that they are gorgeous, beautiful people and me, well, not so much.  I just didn’t measure up.  Then God showed me a few more scenes.  One was of me and a dark skinned friend who I thought far more beautiful than me, holding hands, sitting on the floor, chanting, wishing to magically change and be each other’s complexion.  She was tired of being called black and I just wanted to be beautiful like her. I needed to be darker. Then, I saw the astonished look on my boyfriends face as my tiny grandmother practically dragged him into the house upon first laying eyes on him.  He was a beautiful chocolate boy, so immediately, he was approved.

So, God showed me all this, and then, He began to play scenes from times where I was complimented by friends and others about my complexion and I all but dismissed most of them because what I’d learned first, from the people most important to me, stuck.

Then, I saw myself just a few weeks ago, at a cookout.  It was said that there was a gorgeous chocolate little boy there.  When I saw him, I gasped, he was in fact gorgeous.  Then, still needing some sort of twisted approval, I made sure to mention that not only had I seen the boy, but I agreed that he was beautiful.  I got my nod of approval but when it didn’t feel good,  I dismissed it.  When God showed me that scene again, which occurred not even two weeks ago, I sat on my bed and cried.  I had let others issues with themselves affect and infect me to such a degree that I thought nothing of myself.  I thought nothing of the beautiful complexion He chose to give me, nothing at all.  I took on others’ issues as if they were my own and I owned those issues, unknowingly, for decades.

I repented and thanked God for newfound freedom.  I looked in the mirror and studied my beautiful skin and appreciated it like never before.  I’m right in the middle.  I’m not dark skinned and I’m not light skinned, but what I am is absolutely, perfectly beautiful.  I looked and looked for that gorgeous boy at the cookout when I had a gorgeous boy right there at the table with me- my son!

So, I’m done taking on issues that aren’t mine, and I am praying fervently for others with these color issues because really, it’s stupid.  I apologized to my brown husband for telling him that he’d better know that I married him for love, because he’s not dark enough. I have also apologized to my children and told them they no longer have to watch what they say about their complexions around certain people.  I am released from that bondage. Beauty comes in so many different shades and hues.  I am grateful to God that I am now free in this area.  I take to heart Galations 5:1 which says- “Stand firm therefore in the liberty by which Christ has made us free, and don’t be entangled again with a yoke of bondage.”  I am free and will remain free.  Hallelujah!!!

How God Speaks

I am slowly but surely coming to the conclusion that the Lord speaks to each and every one of us in various ways but we don’t always realize it.  Sadly, in today’s rushed world, too many don’t know how to rest, how to just be.  There’s always something distracting going on that makes us miss what God is saying to us.

Do you know how He speaks to you?  Are you one who thinks, “He doesn’t speak to me…”?  If so, I am willing to bet that’s just not true.  I find Him to be always speaking in one way or another.  The key has been my willingness to seek to hear from Him, to search for Him and what He is saying or doing.  As I have said in other posts, He isn’t hiding at all.

I sat for a bit with Him today and wrote down some of the ways He speaks to me.  I purposefully don’t say definitively that these are the only ways He speaks to me because He is so creative and fun! I don’t want to put Him in a box.  I want to be open to hear from Him in whatever ways He chooses to speak to me.  So, here are some of the ways I have heard from Him.

Dreams and visions- He tells me so much through my dreams.  I absolutely love how He warns me of things to come, I call it Holy Intel.  He also gives me glimpses of the future and so much more.

That inner voice/inner knowing/ inner thought type of thing is another way He speaks to me.  I love how He often interjects with something when I am doing something else.  It makes me know that I am open to hearing from Him even when I am not speaking with Him at that moment.

Sounds- My latest experience with this included hearing (twice) the sound of someone pouring something.  Nothing was happening in the natural, I wasn’t near anything that could or would make that sound.  He was letting me know that His Spirit is always available to pour into me.  Sweet!!

Music, preaching, and teaching- He speaks through the so-called secular and sacred!

Sight- I’ve seen some weird things in the spirit, lol.  I have even seen sound.

Feelings- I was recently warned about the spirit of witchcraft when someone affected by that spirit spoke to me and I felt sick on my stomach.  I was able to recognize the issue as not my own, pray, and it left.

Touch- One time, while praying in a circle, holding hands with some women, I felt a hand on my shoulder and heard, “I’m here.” It was a direct answer to prayer for me in that moment.  No one had touched me.

Experiential situations.  I have had experiences where I have felt like I was a part of an accident, prayed in tongues until I felt at peace, only to later find that someone actually experienced it and left the accident ok.

Smells- I have smelled something really funky when lied to and the sweetest fragrances during worship.

He speaks to me through nature.

Prophetic words from others is another powerful way He speaks.

The Bible- I love how the Bible truly is the living Word of God.  It amazes me how one can read something, even know it by heart, and God bring fresh revelation that completely blows the mind.

He speaks to me through various family members without them even realizing it.

The last thing I could think of is that He has often spoken to me through my Spanish lessons on Duolingo.

The ways He speak are endless.  I am positive I haven’t listed every way He has spoken to me. It’s so much fun to see how He chooses to do it next! In what ways does He speak to you?  If you don’t know for now, keep your eyes and ears open, ask Him to help you to not miss what He is saying.  And, get ready, you’re in for an adventure!!

The Peculiarities of Living a Prophetic Lifestyle

Looking back, I can attest to many, many instances of evidence that the prophetic has operated in my life all along but man oh man!! How my life has changed in 7 short months after getting an official word about my gifting!  I’d only just begun to call it “a gift” but wouldn’t have dreamed that I was prophetic.  Turns out I am.  How fascinating!!  I’ve grown in leaps and bounds since July of 2014 at which time I had a dream interpreted that I’d had almost 11 years prior.  Part of the dream was about me, part about the Body of Christ at large.  The dream itself was significant enough for me to have written it down, even when I didn’t know it was a prophetic dream.

After that dream interpretation, it was as if a light was switched to the ‘on’ position and it’s now to the point where I’m regularly prophesying, dreaming, having visions and just knowing things.  I’ve started to notice some odd things that accompany a prophetic lifestyle.  Some of the things are kind of funny, others, not at all, but it’s all great because my Abba loves me!  He loves you too!!

Here are some things I’ve noticed…

  • This is one I always thought was completely normal but now I’m thinking perhaps it’s not. There are times when I close my eyes in my darkened room with the intention of going to sleep and I still see lights as if someone is flashing multi-color flashlights in my face.
  • Getting super hot and sweating as I’m worshiping or praying with or for someone. Initially, I thought it was because I was more overweight than usual after having given birth but now at over 20lbs lighter nothing has changed, still blazing hot and sweating at times and no, I’m not old enough to be going through menopause, lol! Besides, there are times when it’s just my hand that’s hot.
  • Seeing sparkles of light in random spaces, during the day and in the darkness of night. Kind of like a twinkling star.
  • Going to prophecy over a person and seeing negative aspects of their character. “Umm, Abba?  What am I supposed to do with this?”
  • Knowing a persons mood, motives or intentions with no “natural proof”. Hoping I’m wrong, but then having an experience that proves I was right all along. 😦
  • Not knowing if what you know/see is as obvious as it seems to you or it’s just the prophetic gifting in operation.
  • Not having to use very many words with my prophetic daughter.  She gets it, and me.
  • That feeling when you’ve prophesied over someone and it really ministered to them.  Such a blessing!!
  • Being in a room of prophetic people who give words left and right. 😀
  • Seeing a demonic being fly across the street :/
  • Oh, the dreams and the visions and interpretations!!! Amazing!!
  • The humbling fact that the God of the universe is with you, in you, speaking with and through you, touching you and others. Priceless!!
  • Wondering if what you’re seeing is there in the natural, or if you’re simply seeing into the spirit realm.
  • Meeting a person for the first time and instantly knowing them on a deep enough level to be able to put all guards down and know it’s ok.  It’s just a matter of spending time and growing the relationship now!

I’m so grateful to know part of my calling and be given a platform in which to walk in it. I’m thankful that God has blessed me with new friends made family who are mature in the faith and secure enough to seek to train, equip and push others with gifts.  We all need to stand up and do our part in the Body of Christ.  Until Jesus returns, we should all seek to connect with the prophetic.  It’s God’s heart for His Church.

Be Wise As Serpents, Harmless As Doves

Matthew 10:16 came across my radar a few days ago.   “Behold, I send you out as sheep in the midst of wolves. Therefore be wise as serpents and harmless as doves.” 

I don’t remember how it came into view but I remember that when it did, it might as well had come in neon writing.  Then, during a nap, I had a dream.  Dreams, visions and words of knowledge are common for me, but this dream wasn’t good.  I’m learning about dream interpretation and what I know and understand at this point told me that it wasn’t a sunshine, lollipop dream.  Here’s what I dreamed:

I was in the bedroom with my family and someone mentioned that the orange kitten from the neighborhood was in the house. I was about to do something and my hands were occupied. I suddenly saw the cat and I screamed. I didn’t expect to see the cat so quickly after being told it was in the house. Then I smiled at it. It was a cute little orange kitten. It came to my left side and climbed the bed and then was on my shoulder. It rubbed against my ear and then licked me and I woke up.
At first, I thought perhaps I was being warned about the possibility of pride seeping in.  No, I’m not a prideful type, but I don’t think I’m immune.  I prayed about it and asked God to help me to not become prideful about anything, especially the gifts He’s given me, because, after all, I didn’t give them to myself, they’re gifts.
Because the dream nagged at me and I am in touch with some wonderful prophetic people, I sought interpretation for my dream.  Here’s what I got from Pastor Gary Fishman, author of Dream Interpretation:
Orange is the color of warning. The kitten might have looked cute but it was still an intruder. I believe the Lord is saying that it is important to know someone by the Spirit and not just by appearance before you let them get close. Not everyone even in the Church world is who they appear to be and especially in business. I believe the dream shows that mercy has to be joined with discernment because there are people who aren’t trustworthy and the enemy comes as an angel of light.
My heart sank a bit.  I mean, I thanked God for the warning.  He knows me so well.  I’m so grateful that He speaks to me as He does.  It means so much to me that He would warn me.  I prayed and declared Matthew 10:16 over my life when it again, flashed in my mind, but I can’t help but feel a little grieved.
See, I’m a very genuine person.  I love people, love to help and give and I’m kindhearted.  I know that there are people who don’t have good intentions, don’t and/or won’t like me and that’s ok.  I just really have a hard time understanding why people pretend to be one way, when they’re another.  I don’t get it when people try to be anything other than who they truly are, I have a hard time with that.  I’m not out to get anyone and I don’t understand people who are out to get others.  I just don’t get it.
In the past, I have accepted and allowed people in my inner circle who had no business being there at all, some for over 20 years.  After losing a few and being pretty devastated, I am better equipped and able to see more clearly with the newer people who come into my life but it still hurts to think of people coming in with ill intentions.  Why would anyone do that?  People have nothing to gain and everything to lose by messing with me. Both, 1 Chronicles 16: 22 and Psalm 105:15 say the same thing, “Touch not My anointed, do My prophets no harm.”  Also, carnally speaking, if I catch wind of it and they catch me on the wrong day and in a wrong way, forget about it! Let’s just say, I’ve never been one to mess with. The “harmless as doves” part is still a work in progress…