The Door and The Bridge
I was in a house....or a building....it looked more sterile than I would have my house, but the sense I got was that it was a house.
There were very many doors along the inside of the walls of the house.
There were other people in this house with me. No one in particular, that I remember by name....just that I remember getting the feeling they were people I was close to.
Some of the doors were open and people were coming and going, in and out of them freely.
There were other doors that were open and no one was going through them; in fact no one was even close to where they were or seemed interested in going over to that side of the room where the doors were open.
Then there was this one door in the upper right side of the room. It wasn't closed all the way, nor was it open all the way. It was slightly cracked....just enough to get my attention.
I headed straight for that door....and when I got there I opened it right away ...all the way.
Several people in the room immediately turned around and saw me and spoke very clearly to me, "No! You don't want to go through that door!"
I just ignored them.
They kept on trying to stop me with their words, (no one would come near the door) "It's too dangerous in there!! it's dark and...."
The bridge was a large sturdy bridge,(at first) like one you might see cars drive over.
I said out loud, "All I need to do is soak this bridge in oil!"
I then went back inside the house; got a huge bottle of anointing oil and headed back out onto the bridge.
I began to walk across the bridge and anoint the side railings with oil. As I did the bridge became smaller. The farther I got across the narrower and the weaker less structured the bridge became.
So much so that it was no longer a large sturdy bridge capable of holding cars. It had transformed into a much smaller bridge
only big enough to hold one or two people at a time
and it swayed back and forth as I walked along,
making it necessary for me to hold on tightly to the what once were the side bats of the bridge and now were the ropes that kept the bridge suspended. I continued on unto half way across the bridge where I ran into a curtain of utter and complete darkness.
Suddenly the bridge began to swing back and forth violently in the wind. A wind that seemed to come out of no where!!!
I knew I had to head back to the house but held on tight and took the last bit of oil that I had and saturated the railing/ropes with it.
only big enough to hold one or two people at a time
and it swayed back and forth as I walked along,
making it necessary for me to hold on tightly to the what once were the side bats of the bridge and now were the ropes that kept the bridge suspended. I continued on unto half way across the bridge where I ran into a curtain of utter and complete darkness.
Suddenly the bridge began to swing back and forth violently in the wind. A wind that seemed to come out of no where!!!
I knew I had to head back to the house but held on tight and took the last bit of oil that I had and saturated the railing/ropes with it.
As I turned around and began to make my way back the wind became so violent I couldn't hold on any longer and just before I reached the door to the house I began to fall and that's when I felt some one's hand on my back.
In the midst of the raging storm this hand kept me from falling and lifted me to safety until I could step back into the room.
I have never felt anything like it, ever. Not in real life or in any vision or dream. Ever.
I wasn't afraid, at all. Not even when the I began to fall. However, when I felt the hand touch on my back, I was consumed with peace. So much so, that when I awakened from this dream. When I opened my eyes immediately following this dream, I was still overwhelmed with this peace.
It was amazing.
In the midst of the raging storm this hand kept me from falling and lifted me to safety until I could step back into the room.
I have never felt anything like it, ever. Not in real life or in any vision or dream. Ever.
I wasn't afraid, at all. Not even when the I began to fall. However, when I felt the hand touch on my back, I was consumed with peace. So much so, that when I awakened from this dream. When I opened my eyes immediately following this dream, I was still overwhelmed with this peace.
It was amazing.
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This was spiritual warfare, not a plan, not a prophecy, but the real thing as I was dreaming. The doors are areas of ministry that were open to me, and had I gone through any other door, it would have been a different dream, but I chose this door. The one with the bridge....it was a passage being used by the enemy to bring evil into this world by the truckload. As I minsitered holiness, (the oil) the bridge lost power and strength. Because of the impact of my prayer and walk of faith, the enemy came against me. (the raging storm and wind) because I walked in faith into the battle with nothing the but the Lord, He delivered me from the hand of the enemy, who was unable to harm me.
Which door will you choose? Are you ready to take your stand against the enemy?
Let's stand together as faithful followers and servants of the most high God!
Shalom ~ AmyColleen
