dreaming again
Last night I dreamed about the supernatural. There was a brown shaggy bird about six feet tall that stalked into the meadow I was in with my girl. I laughed when I saw it because it looked like a pathetic costume too long stored in a utility closet. Until I noticed the feet. The legs were like sticks, not nearly thick enough for a person. Then it killed my girl; I was splashed with her blood. Then there were many of them surrounding me. In one scenario, I went down and was killed, too. In the other, I realized this was a supernatural attack, not human. Then I was on stronger ground; I know what to do about the supernatural. In Jesus' name, I commanded the birds to leave and they fled. But my girl was still dead.
Later, I dreamed I was in an old abandoned house with friends. We opened a door and there were a half dozen candles burning along one wall with a mantle. There was a woman's bust seen in profile; it was glowing blue. I laughed that someone would try to scare us so I walked up to the bust looking for a hidden bulb that would make it glow from within. As I did, the candles flared about a foot high and the door sighed shut behind me. I thought, very tricky. Someone's feeding pure oxygen into the room to flare the candles. Then several more lit themselves. That's when I realized this was not trickery and again, I felt confidence again. The demonic world is far more powerful than I am, but I take refuge in my Lord who makes me strong. In His name I commanded that the evil ones not touch me, and to depart.
I am no great spiritual warrior, but I know the One I believe in. I am responsible to protect and grow this relationship living within me. In return, my King is my counselor, my encouragement, my shield and strength.
Later, I dreamed I was in an old abandoned house with friends. We opened a door and there were a half dozen candles burning along one wall with a mantle. There was a woman's bust seen in profile; it was glowing blue. I laughed that someone would try to scare us so I walked up to the bust looking for a hidden bulb that would make it glow from within. As I did, the candles flared about a foot high and the door sighed shut behind me. I thought, very tricky. Someone's feeding pure oxygen into the room to flare the candles. Then several more lit themselves. That's when I realized this was not trickery and again, I felt confidence again. The demonic world is far more powerful than I am, but I take refuge in my Lord who makes me strong. In His name I commanded that the evil ones not touch me, and to depart.
I am no great spiritual warrior, but I know the One I believe in. I am responsible to protect and grow this relationship living within me. In return, my King is my counselor, my encouragement, my shield and strength.