A dream 11/24/13

A series of dreams last night lead to this final dream. Each dream had intensified with this being the last one.

I found myself visiting church leaders and folks who had “played” parts in the church over the last 20 years. Prior to the last dream a friend of mine and I stood in a service. Only years before no one had taken a place or position. I had felt the words of “this is the season” had been in error on my part and yet as I stood there I felt a growing group of people in the room standing up and taking a place, a position.

In one dream I visited a couple who had been instrumental and good friends over the years. They were “parked” under a tent in a mountain top view and when I appeared, they pulled away. The man looked at me and had a wary eye. The woman pulled back to the corner of the tent. I had to go have a conversation.Here is what I awoke with (forcing me to get up and come downstairs to write this.) from the last dream.

There is a disappointment upon many. They have followed me and yet they feel sadness for what they believed for it has not appeared. They valiantly stood and when the ‘promise’ did not come many made the decision to pull away from the people, from the circumstance and the situations.

I allowed them to go and I allowed them to change. I let their disappointments reveal hearts. I was always with them, always there, but I called them to build. Even some who read this will see it through the eyes of one, when my heart was always for many.

I heard these words from a 1960’s song*.

We had joy, we had fun
We had seasons in the sun
But the hills that we climbed
Were just seasons out of time

Your seasons were out of time, out of step.

You did not miss my words or my heart, but words of intent became words of obligation. Many fell victim when called to stand. They saw delay as failure and tried harder. But I never called my people to hardness, for I said ‘my yoke is easy and my burden light.’ Decisions were made that hurt many.

We had joy, we had fun
We had seasons in the sun
But the wine and the song
Like the seasons, have all gone

Seasons came and seasons went, but I say to you this day that this is a new season. For many who left are returning. They are returning to a whisper they have heard. ‘You may even ask what have they heard?  What did they see?’ They have gone away thinking this was their last ‘hurrah’ but I tell you this day that words that spoke from the ‘highways and the byways’ and words that cried ‘out of the hills’ are coming to pass.

My heart is that you would see it as me and not begin to focus on the move but the reason. Too often you let them in when they cared not about you. They turned person against person, camp against camp. Lines of division became apparent. But you will see the depth of my mercy, breadth of my grace. I have said ‘restore, restore, restore’ and you shall see it shall be so.

Much as the scattering of people so is the time of gathering.  I am calling my people back. For if you looked, you would see many fires that are burning. But not all fires have the potential where they are. Why, you say would you move them back? For as I showed you once before this is a time of moving and shifting and it was I who turned off the lights. Do not be dismayed for not all will hear. Not all will see. But be mindful they are still with you.

(And He took me for a view. And I saw many small lights through out the nations. And while some were moving, others were dimming and yet others were glowing bright. I noticed that dark regions were getting light. And I heard these words for “where there is great darkness there is much light.” And I realized it was Romans 5:20.)

Goodbye Michelle, it’s hard to die
When all the birds are singing in the sky
Now that the Spring is in the air
With the flowers everywhere
I wish that we could both be there

And just as Saul’s daughter (Michal) could not engage there will be many who can not engage, can not see the joy. But I tell you this day that great is my love and great is my grace. And it is my goodness that will draw and bring them to me. (Romans 2:4)

There is a new song in the land. A song of freedom.

This day, this hour. I am calling them out of the hills and the caves. For many is my people in the land. True leaders of humility and grace have I set my hand on in the hour and you shall see them come forth. And those that have been, I say many will be again. For it is an hour of elation that I have given this day.

Watch. For the time is now.

A Word For New England

In one of the dreams I saw New England leaders, many I had known over the years and I felt the Lord impress upon me an “underground railroad” as I watched. And later in another dream I saw lights brightening and lights being moved towards New England. I saw things happening. New England was becoming a destination of “pathways to freedom.” People displaced were once again returning. I saw wells opening up. Water coming forth. I saw businesses being built. I saw airports reopening and being made bigger for what was to come.  (Even as I saw the news of a plane, a 747, the DREAMLIFTER, I felt God saying “watch.”) Some might say “I have heard this before.” Your choice is doubt or witness.

God is restoring and He is repairing nets across New England.

*Seasons In The Sun
The 1974 mega hit by Terry Jacks. It sold more than 10 million copies world wide.
The song was written and first performed by Jacques Brel’s in 1961 — Le Moribond

New England-God showed me many things about you. I am “working” through this. Cape Cod and Northeast Maine were two places I saw.