I woke up on Mother’s day after having a very vivid and insightful dream. The day before I had been reading this passage from Joel 2.
“Then I will make up to you for the years
That the swarming locust has eaten,
The creeping locust, the stripping locust and the gnawing locust,
My great army which I sent among you.
“You will have plenty to eat and be satisfied
And praise the name of the Lord your God,
Who has dealt wondrously with you;
Then My people will never be put to shame.
“Thus you will know that I am in the midst of Israel,
And that I am the Lord your God,
And there is no other;
And My people will never be put to shame. It will come about after this That I will pour out My Spirit on all mankind; And your sons and daughters will prophesy, Your old men will dream dreams, Your young men will see visions.
This is the same passage that when this battle against lies, against unseen forces, against the demonic realm began in earnest this was our promise to stand on. In my dream, I was in a library and being chased by monsters. I found my husband and together we ran to the safety of a strong tower. For a long time, I cried in his arms, because I still don’t know why these monsters are after me. I don’t understand why the relentlessly pursue me, day and night. After a time, my husband and I found a high broken window, that opened out to the street level. It was only with his help and support that I could reach the window, and there was only enough space for one. So he stayed behind, unseen, while I peeked through this broken window. As soon as I could be seen, all my friends came out of the woodwork to bring water, supplies, food and provisions. It was a beautiful moment to see the community that God has placed me in for such a time as this, bringing the exact things I needed in the moment.
My life is being lived out on broken glass, in a broken window-half in and half out. I am broken, blooded from the fight, wounded, but still strong and still fighting. I do not understand why the monsters continue to come after me and continue to lie. I live my life never fully whole, I am half in the strong tower, safe and protected with my husband and half in the community of friends, being strengthen daily in the Lord, and fighting the fight of truth. This has become my cross to bear. In my suffering, I am getting to see the Glory of God in the midst. I am a soldier. It is not my battle, but God’s. But I have a role, to carry my sword (the word of God) and fight back the forces of evil, lies and demonic forces with the promises of God-with His Word-with His Truth, and nothing can stand against that! So, I take the assignment given to me and once again, I choose joy.
That is my calling, to inspire others to take their pain, their hurt, the injustices they have suffered and find the joy in life. Everyone has a choice, some choose to become a victim, to speak horrific untruths to their soul, claim every diseases and affliction. I choose not to and because of this, I am living in freedom. I can experience joy in all things, at all times because this is not the end of my story. My story has been written by a good God that works all things for good for those who love Him, and I do love my good Father, so I know this is not the end, because it is not good yet. So I rejoice in what has yet to come to pass, I rejoice that all the wrongs will be righted and I am full of joy because this is not my home. One day, every moment that has been lost will be redeemed and restored to us, and until that day, I march on. I will see the goodness of the Lord in the land of the living (Psalms 27:13).