The other night I had a dream of a superstore with the name "America's" written across the top. I thought all the superstores were closing. I heard someone say, "Americans!"
I saw a stadium where many colorful little pieces of paper from an airplane up above were being dropped all over everywhere. Someone said, "It's like a bunch of pennies falling!" I indicated that I didn't care much about a bunch of pennies.
But someone showed me that if you collect pennies one by one, eventually you have a roll of 100 pennies, which makes a dollar, and soon you have four rolls of pennies, which makes four dollars, to carry around in one little plastic bag.
I saw someone doing drugs that led to Fentanyl.
I know pennies are usually rolled into 50-cent containers, but when I saw a $5 bill and a $10 bill in a white plastic bag, I knew there was a difference between grace and truth, and that both were important.
After that, a white airplane that looked torn in two, like it could barely fly, went up in the air and started dropping cash all over everywhere.
I saw a family whose prophetic son had been taken to the airport, and they weren't sure how to get him back. The Lord had given the prophetic son a mug with a smiley face on it, so when the smiley face didn't look as smiley as usual, they didn't know what to do.
(I knew the son would see the pride parade and know that sometimes names can be interchanged between males and females.)
I thought about making them a salmon dinner because maybe they would eat that, but I heard the words, "The salmon looks a little dry." Meanwhile, I was practicing being thankful and positive about my own lunch, saying, "Who doesn't like soup?"
I saw someone bowing to Mother or Sister Maria while looking at the batteries on the shelf of a little country store in a red box with beige or brown cushions. Baby scorpions were all over everything and we tried to destroy them before they got too big to sting us.
I saw someone looping around and around, wondering if they really wanted to be on this ride.
I saw someone who looked swamped up past their hips with an overflowing container. It kept getting filled, and it kept overflowing. Continuously.
I saw someone leaning on their Beloved, Gracious Bridegroom for comfort. Someone said, "Oh I did one of those small groups of two to three people too."
Jesus said, "Where two or three are gathered in my name, there I am in the midst of them." (Matthew 18:20). (Peter, James, and John were in Jesus' inner circle.)
I saw a blinking sign at the bottom of a hill where someone had died. I continued up the mountain, where at the top a man was crying out with a loud voice about the loss of his wife to breast cancer, while all the while hoping for, longing for, looking for the Savior to return and take everyone to Heaven.
I saw a beautiful lady with mocha skin standing on top of the mountain with beautiful beige skin, wearing an expensive necklace.
I approached a desk like I was at a doctor's office to see what was wrong with me as I carried my early reader's Bible. I pretended I was sleeping while I watched someone named "Protector" and His Bride "Fair One" look through the Bible. I knew they weren't going to find the answers they were looking for in a preschool Bible.
Someone told me I was very vulnerable. But a retainer was holding back the darkest junk.
I knew a leader wanted to tell me everything, but was holding back as he spoke to me on a telephone like a transformer.
I was upset about how an organization had treated both me and my son, and when they gave up on me, I gave up on them. I heard someone say, "He won't stay because Gina won't do it."
As I held my grocery bag full of grace and truth, I thought, "And I was just about to go to Europe."
Grace & Truth Ministries
The other night I had a dream of a superstore with the name "America's" written across the top. I thought all the superstores were closing. I heard someone say, "Americans!"
I saw a stadium where many colorful little pieces of paper from an airplane up above were being dropped all over everywhere. Someone said, "It's like a bunch of pennies falling!" I indicated that I didn't care much about a bunch of pennies.
But someone showed me that if you collect pennies one by one, eventually you have a roll of 100 pennies, which makes a dollar, and soon you have four rolls of pennies, which makes four dollars, to carry around in one little plastic bag.
I saw someone doing drugs that led to Fentanyl.
I know pennies are usually rolled into 50-cent containers, but when I saw a $5 bill and a $10 bill in a white plastic bag, I knew there was a difference between grace and truth, and that both were important.
After that, a white airplane that looked torn in two, like it could barely fly, went up in the air and started dropping cash all over everywhere.
I saw a family whose prophetic son had been taken to the airport, and they weren't sure how to get him back. The Lord had given the prophetic son a mug with a smiley face on it, so when the smiley face didn't look as smiley as usual, they didn't know what to do.
(I knew the son would see the pride parade and know that sometimes names can be interchanged between males and females.)
I thought about making them a salmon dinner because maybe they would eat that, but I heard the words, "The salmon looks a little dry." Meanwhile, I was practicing being thankful and positive about my own lunch, saying, "Who doesn't like soup?"
I saw someone bowing to Mother or Sister Maria while looking at the batteries on the shelf of a little country store in a red box with beige or brown cushions. Baby scorpions were all over everything and we tried to destroy them before they got too big to sting us.
I saw someone looping around and around, wondering if they really wanted to be on this ride.
I saw someone who looked swamped up past their hips with an overflowing container. It kept getting filled, and it kept overflowing. Continuously.
I saw someone leaning on their Beloved, Gracious Bridegroom for comfort. Someone said, "Oh I did one of those small groups of two to three people too."
Jesus said, "Where two or three are gathered in my name, there I am in the midst of them." (Matthew 18:20). (Peter, James, and John were in Jesus' inner circle.)
I saw a blinking sign at the bottom of a hill where someone had died. I continued up the mountain, where at the top a man was crying out with a loud voice about the loss of his wife to breast cancer, while all the while hoping for, longing for, looking for the Savior to return and take everyone to Heaven.
I saw a beautiful lady with mocha skin standing on top of the mountain with beautiful beige skin, wearing an expensive necklace.
I approached a desk like I was at a doctor's office to see what was wrong with me as I carried my early reader's Bible. I pretended I was sleeping while I watched someone named "Protector" and His Bride "Fair One" look through the Bible. I knew they weren't going to find the answers they were looking for in a preschool Bible.
Someone told me I was very vulnerable. But a retainer was holding back the darkest junk.
I knew a leader wanted to tell me everything, but was holding back as he spoke to me on a telephone like a transformer.
I was upset about how an organization had treated both me and my son, and when they gave up on me, I gave up on them. I heard someone say, "He won't stay because Gina won't do it."
As I held my grocery bag full of grace and truth, I thought, "And I was just about to go to Europe."
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