Life's Storms

In the Eye of the Storm

Such calm for a moment;
In the eye of the storm;
There’s sunshine and clear blue sky.

Why does beauty behold such scorn?

Which way is out?

Is there such a thing?

Can I escape this whirlpool of death?

Up through the eye; if I only had wings!

I do not have wings.

I cannot fly.

So until I can find a way out.

I must keep up with this storm or die.

Crashing noises; thundering blows.

A sudden gush of wind;

Once again the storm’s course has shifted,

When oh when will it end?

Dark clouds forming over my head;

Rain begins to fall.

I open my mouth to cry for help;

The wind’s gush drowns out my call.

I’m swept up high into the air,

Tossed about in a whirlwind of speed;

Being battered and bruised from head to toe

By various pieces of debris;

My heart getting ready to give out,

I open my eyes, and take one last breath.

Knowing in my heart my time has come;

This life I live is far worse than death.

Sudden quiet fills the air.

Just as unexpectedly so,

The storm that swept me up

Just lets me go.

There is calm and quiet all around.

I can see once again the blue sky.

I am all of a sudden standing

Right by my Saviors’ side;

I fall to the ground. He lifts my head.

Without speaking a word to me, he says,

“My precious child, don’t give up. I am still here with you.

Walk by faith and not by sight. This storm will not overcome you.”

I lean over to kiss his feet

When I looked up he is no longer in sight.

I am back in the eye of the storm;

though, no longer afraid of my plight.

***

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Prophetic Dream

In this dream I was a part of the dream. Able to interact with it, but more so just for the purpose of being able to move around in it more than anything else.

I was standing in a field. A farm  field. I was standing behind a small group of people talking.
I recognized them as - Jesus, and men and woman from around the world who were missionaries of different degrees. Some had been life long others had gone for a short time over seas. Then there were those that I just knew were missionaries at heart in their own lands. i.e.  they lived to reach the lost and dyeing world for Jesus. They were all gathered together in a huddle discussing something very important. They were surrounded by several very, very large angels. 


I just stood and watched them for a moment when I noticed in the distance a storm brewing.
The storm, in and of itself wasn't that concerning to me - however - inside the stormy sky there was a HUGE tornado and several smaller tornadoes that were spawning off of the larger one.
I became alarmed at this sight and approached the group of people huddled together with the Lord.


"Do you see the storm?" I asked.
I was very insistent and interrupted their huddle, "Do any of you see the storm coming? And the HUGE tornado? Do you see it?" I asked again with much concern in my voice.

It was as if they did not hear me. This actually kinda annoyed me. I made my way around the group straight to the Lord, and I asked, "Aren't you the least bit worried or concerned that no one here sees the storm?"

That's when they all answered back, "Oh we see it."

I was confused and asked, "Then, why aren't you concerned about the HUGE tornado?" 


They explained they saw it and knew long before now that it was on it's way. That the Lord was in control. That they had little time and few hands to finish the work that had been set before them to accomplish.
Then they pointed me towards the building behind us all.


The building they pointed me to -  was "the church".

There were three rooms to the church. The entire back wall of the church was missing so I could see in and enter in and out freely.

The church was located smack dab in the middle of the harvest field. The harvest field was dry and dusty.

I approached the church and entered the first of the three rooms.
As I entered the first room I felt a sense of confusion.
In the first room there was a huge front window. The people in this room had seen the storm approaching were filled with panic. They were bustling about to and fro. Not really making headway. Just seemingly in a sheer state of panic. I heard phrases like, "Oh my goodness,  what are we going to do? I have never seen anything like it!" and , "There's no place to go! What now?", and  "We have no storm cellars how will we escape the fierceness of the storms? We are all going to die! Where is God in all of this?"

I left this room and entered the second room of the church. This room also had a huge front window. You could clearly see the storm in the near distance. The people in this room had gathered around the window and were focused on the storm. I could hear  people talking, "Look! It's getting closer!" I heard someone say. "Do you see it the destruction it is leaving foretold in scripture?" another one said.


As I walked through the room  noticed it was completely riddled with open books and papers. All over desk tops and on every flat surface there was available study guides for the study of eschatology and the second coming of Jesus Christ.  There were women and men intensely studying the scripture. 
I walked up to one of the women asked and asked what they were doing and they replied by pointing out the front window and asking me, "Do you see that? Up there? He is coming soon. Sooner than we all think. The scripture tells us of it.  We need to  look up for our redemption draweth nigh."


When she had pointed to the sky, there appeared a face. Like that  of a man. Also like nothing I have ever seen in any of my days - almost supernatural. Nothing I can begin to even explain in words. I was amazed beyond description.


I left and went to the third room in the church.
This room was dark.
It too had a very large window in the front. However it had a thick set of drapes that hung in front of the window. Floral drapes. Purple in color with  a design of flowers and butter flies.
When I walked in I immediately sensed a spirit of fear.
I looked to my left and saw a bed. There were a group of people, a large group of people in the bed. They lay still, completely covered by the bed spread.
Some were asleep - some were taking refuge under the covers for fear of the impending storm.

This disturbed me greatly.
I went to the window to open the curtains. I tried to pull them open but as I reached out to pull back the curtain I noticed they were covered with spiders.  Black spiders. They were all over the curtains.
I was unable to pull back the curtains without the spiders jumping on me so I stopped and instead went over to those hiding in the bed under the covers and began to warn them about the tornadoes that were coming.

They would not listen to what I had to say about the storms or the tornadoes. Instead, they chose to hide under the covers and deny the storm was even coming at all.

***

Matthew 9:37-40

New King James Version (NKJV)

³⁷ Then He said to His disciples, “The harvest truly is plentiful, but the laborers are few. ³⁸ Therefore pray the Lord of the harvest to send out laborers into His harvest.”

House Kites, Preachers in Suites and Storms....a DREAM

My Dream about House Kites and Struggling Preachers

A great many peoples were walking around the big city and suddenly “it was time to leave” and cross over the big river into the country. We all just left everything; all we took with us were the clothes on our back. We began to walk along the very large two lane highway. (it was actually a four lane highway but there was a median in between and of course two lanes went one way and the other two another)

We crossed over the river and on either side of the highway some people that had left first had pulled off to rest and were eating and getting refreshed.

I was near the front of the crowd and all of a sudden three cars came zooming down towards us, along the wrong side of the highway. I jumped in front of them waiving my hands like crazy and they eventually turned around without hitting anyone.

Along the other side of the highway, going the opposite direction there were only a few cars headed toward the city; however on the side of the road there were several men all dressed in suites.

They were preachers. (I just knew this) they were flying “box kites”. HUGE  box kites so big they had to have them tethered to their bodies and have several lines of string to hold on to them. They were all struggling to keep them up in the air. 

They were not just ANY box kites, they were miniature buildings. Of all different shapes and sizes. They more they struggled the closer they came to crashing down to the ground.
The scary part was that they were in the air right over US! As we were walking down the highway one of them nearly crashed on top of a group of people and I heard them cry out to God for help.

It was horrible! 

An elderly lady said to her husband behind

me (as we kept walking) “SEE, THIS is WHY they aren’t at church with US! They are too busy doing their own thing!”

The ground beneath the men in suites was like a desert.

It wasn't sand but it was all dried up and pure dirt. There was nothing left but dirt.

We all continued to walk but at a faster pace than before and the road beneath our feet, though it was still a two way highway with a median in the middle it had become dry all around us. The wind had started and you feel a storm brewing. You could see the storm clouds not too far off in the distance; dead center on the highway.

There were some at this point that turned around and chose to go back to the city. They had to cross over the median to get to the other side of the highway to head back to the city. Knowing what trouble awaited them there; .but the fear of the storm that clearly waited for us at the end of the highway far out weighed the threat of what ever awaited them in the city....at least for those that turned around...and as we continued down the highway, there continued to be more people that became afraid of the storm and chose to turn back as well.


 (I am still not certain at this point what the "threat" was in the city that we all felt the sudden need to escape from. I just knew in the dream it was sudden and there was a very large group of people, I believe to be "the church" at large that felt the need to leave and in a hurry.)


The rest of us, which grew fewer and fewer in number continued on became closer to each other..

I had no fear of the storm.