I have spent the last fifteen years trying desperately to understand dreams and visions. I have taught many classes on interpreting dreams (which, by the way, is still controversial in some churches 😉 ), and there is so much that I still cannot grasp when it comes to this illusive and powerful way that God often chooses to speak to his children. In Numbers 12, it states that the LORD came down in a cloud and stood in the door and spoke to Aaron and Miriam. He said, “Hear now My words: if there is a prophet among you, I, the LORD, make Myself known to him in a vision; I speak to him in a dream…” of course the scripture goes on to share the five different ways that God will actually speak to us, but for this blog I wanted to focus on dreams and visions. Specifically, the deep and secret things He often reveals to our hearts in the night season, and how we can learn through these dreams, these Words, how to trust Him and stand strong no matter how long it takes for the Word to come to pass.
From an early age I have been a night-time dreamer. I struggled for many years trying to decipher why I was having these vivid and exceptional dreams. It wasn’t until I was much older and married with one child (one on the way) that I discovered that dreams are essential and an avenue in which God can and will use to speak to us. I mean, what if Jacob (From Genesis) had not taken the dream about the speckled and spotted lambs seriously? From one dream he learned that if he took the lowliest and most undesirable from the flock then he would prosper. The key here is that he listened to the Lord when HE spoke in a dream (Genesis 31: 10-12). He didn’t count the dream off as a bad piece of mutton before hitting the sack. No, he observed that the Lord was giving him direct and unequivocal direction, which would inevitably change the course of his life as well as his family. Jacob prospered and excelled mightily because he used wisdom. In Genesis Jacob says, “And it happened . . . that I lifted my eyes and saw in a dream . . .” The LORD showed him the solution to the problem, and it was up to Jacob to listen, perceive, understand, and act. Wow!
It was 2002, and we were expecting our second child. In November of the following year, my husband and I had received an awesome prophesy while traveling with our church’s ministry team. It spoke directly into my spirit man like fire in my bones. I knew that it was God. We were told that we were going to have another child, and it would be a boy. I was ecstatic! I watched as others on the team began to experience their prophetic words coming to pass. I knew that mine was coming too, and it wasn’t until I was twenty weeks that I felt my first uncertainty and doubt. The technician came in and did the sonogram, and then she left the room for the doctor. My husband and I looked at one another with twinges of uncertainty clouding both of our eyes. The doctor came in, and we were told that the baby is not developing a sac (I’m going to use layman’s terms here because I am not a doctor), and that if the sac does not develop the pregnancy will terminate. We also found out that day that the baby was a girl. Of course we were excited, thrilled that our daughter would now have a sister, but. . . what about the word we were given?? I was confused, frightened, and very uncertain about whether anyone could really here the Lord. Not only were we having a girl, but now we were in a fight to save this precious child.
That night I went home and cried. What now, Lord? Why are we going through this? Blah, blah, blah, it was self-pity at its finest. Then I took out my Bible and began to quote Psalm 91 (my scripture for the whole nine months), and I went to bed feeling more at peace. That night I had a dream. In the dream my doctor was showing me a vivid sonogram, and it was as if I was there in the dream, but I was also watching on the sidelines. I could see this scanned image of my body, and inside of my belly was a beautiful, healthy, and fully mature baby girl. I was crying in the dream because she was okay. She was fully developed and perfect in every way. I could see her little eyes, toes, hands and fingers, and they were all in perfect alignment. Then the doctor turned my body to a side view and said, “Look. There is another child here.” Beneath my perfect baby girl was a tiny little baby boy with long hair. When I woke up, I immediately felt the presence of the Lord. I knew without a doubt that He was speaking to me through the dream. I also knew that this was not just a symbolic dream (a blog for much later), but it was a literal dream. I wish I could lie and say I knew exactly what it meant right in that very moment. It would be the perfect conclusion to this blog, right? Yet, I had peace that my baby girl was going to be fine. No matter what it looked like in the natural I had peace that she was going to be okay. It was this moment, this one crucial, carved out space in time that my life and perspective began to shift. I began to hunger to understand this illusive language of the night, “when deep sleep falls upon men, while slumbering on their beds, then He opens the ears of men, and seals their instruction” (Job 33:15-16). This one dream was the beginning of my journey into dreams and visions. It created a hunger within me to understand, to know, to search and find what it is the King wants to reveal to his servant. Daniel 2 says, “He gives wisdom to the wise and knowledge to those who have understanding. He reveals deep and secret things. . .” I wanted to hold that wisdom and knowledge and understand what these secret things in the night reveal to me in order that, like Jacob, I might prepare, pray, perceive, and follow the direct orders of the Father.
I’m happy to say that my daughter was a perfect 6 pounds and 10 ounces. I can also add after much time and prayer, and holding on to the promise of the Word and the dream, exactly seven years after my daughter’s birth, my husband and I found out we were expecting again. In 2010, we welcomed our perfect baby boy! Did it happen on my timing? No; however, my dream in 2003 showed, reminded me, that God was still in control. What if Joseph had given up on his dream? Not a physical dream, but Joseph had an actual nighttime dream of the stars, sun, and moon bowing down to him. He was given a glimpse throughout time of where and what the Lord wanted to do for him. Yet, what if, while living life in slavery and poverty, after being sold off by jealous brothers, Joseph had decided to just give up? What if one day he thought it’s never going to happen? Even in those moments I like to believe that he remembered the nights when he was shown that his life would be more than he could ever hope or dream of. Joseph held on to the dream, the very Word, and trusted that the Lord who gave him the direction would also fulfill that very thing which he showed him. He was not absent on His promise or His word, but it was only going to be in His timing that this promise was going to come forth.
It was the same for me. I held on to that dream, that prophetic night-time Word, and kept it faithfully in my heart. I trusted God that if it was going to happen, it would only be in His will and His timing. Obstacles came and went, and yet, I held on to the dream. The Lord knows the secrets of our hearts. He sees what no one else can see, and He is speaking in ways that man cannot perceive. He will speak through dreams and visions, and if we will listen, discern, and study the Word of God then we can follow the directions He is giving us. We can trust His Word and know that He always fulfills His promises. Until next time, keep dreaming and seeking His face.