Early this morning, I dreamed I was walking by a church building.
I heard praise music coming from within. I cannot recall the song, it was something I'd never heard before, but it was a 'war' song.
By 'war' song, I mean a song you would sing when going into a holy battle. A spiritual fight.
I went inside, only to find I had entered the choir loft. There was a young man singing the verses, and then the choir would echo. I somehow knew the song, and sang full voice.
When the song was over, I took a seat in the congregation, but alone, instead of with the people. I was kind of at a table by myself, instead of in the rows with the others.
The "adults" in the room where dismissed, but I stayed with this (what looked like) College and Career group.
Then I woke up.
Beloved says my dreams make total sense to him. Some kind of spiritual warfare I am going through. Seems that's what this pregnancy and this year has been about.
I pray that the dawn of the New Year brings victory over this battle!
1 comment:
Don't you just love dreams? I do, seriously. I love when they are from God and when they are also just entertaining. :-) I love trying to figure them out. And what a great support you have in Ronnie...I love when Joel has answers for me. :-) Praying this new year does indeed bring victory!
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