Dream 399 – ‘It is finished’ now means ‘it is time to get started’

Received on Saturday, April 11, 2020


Dear Father,

Thank You for another day here!  Thank You for our home.  Thank You for my family and friends.  They offer so much love and hope in this time of such darkness.  We had quite a snowstorm here yesterday.  Father, You dumped Your Spring Storehouses of Snow on us.  It was beautiful and white everywhere the eyes could see.  Flocks of birds then came.  There were some birds that I had never seen before.

It was so exciting that I must have taken a hundred or more photos.  This was such a beautiful gift.  Thank You, Lord!  This snow is not to last long though as tomorrow is supposed to warm up quite a bit.  I pray that this does not mean a quick melt off.  We have had very little flooding in our garage this year, so I pray that You keep any floodwaters away from us.

It has been such a sad time for the world.  You are a Wise Father.  Your wisdom includes that we are not to bend our ears to all of the bad reports.  There have been so many these days.  You have given me a heightened ability to know truth from fiction.  You have been working with me to see that which is unseen by the naked eye.

This is something I have not been practicing much these days.  This is because, thanks to social distancing, I don’t have much interaction with others face-to-face these days.  I understand the afflictions that are part of Your Refiner’s Fire in our lives.  The sad part is that not all who go through the wilderness make it to the Promised Land.  It is so easy to lose hope right now.  We are all isolated and at home.  We are in our own tents.

Many are now left to work out their heart issues from their couches and beds.  While many watch the news given to us on various media, many fail to read the Good News.  A picture is worth a thousand words sometimes.  In this case, I am referring to the pictures of the hundreds of pine boxes stacked and lined side-by-side in Hart Island, NY.  These are the dead bodies of the poor whose families can’t afford to bury them.

The price must be staggering to bury your dead in New York City.  Father, each one of these unclaimed bodies of the dead matter to You.  Father, You have the final say over life and death.  You remember each one of these people from when they were children in their mother’s womb.  You always remember all of us.  In many countries, infected people 60 years and older are now simply being left to die.

Even though these older people helped build their countries when they were in their youth, they are now being forced to suffer inglorious ends.  Father, these bitter difficult reports remind us of the heart condition throughout the nations.  One of the Archbishops of the Catholic Church has even called for a mass exorcism over the world for today.  He thought the timing of being between Good Friday and Easter Sunday was ideal.

While I like the idea of this in theory, we have to ultimately remember that the end-times, along with their associated events, have all been foretold in Your Word and is therefore Your Will.  All of this is being allowed because the world needs to stop what they are doing and hopefully turn their hearts to You.  Most are not doing this though.

The Jewish people celebrate the Feast of Unleavened Bread today on the Sabbath Day.  Passover represents salvation.  Unleavened bread is void of yeast, wherein the yeast represents the wickedness of pride and a puffed-up attitude.  As such, unleavened bread represents sanctification.  Sanctification comes through afflictions, tests, trials and the purging of ‘self’.

As many of you now know, I have spent a long time in the wilderness training and working on my ‘self’.  By the time God was finished, I was abased, my ‘self’ now gone.  In other words, I soon became a very flat unleavened bread…smiles!  The day after the first day of the Feast of Unleavened Bread represents the Resurrection.  This is the time when the first fruits are offered.

Yes, tomorrow is the First Fruit Offering.  In Jewish Tradition, they offer their best, their ‘First Fruits’, to God.  As for our Christian tradition, Jesus, our Savior, is God’s First Fruit offering that was made at the Resurrection.  In a way, thanks to this Corona Virus plague, we are all now in the wilderness.  It is a time that people either recognize God in this or believe it is just a cruel random joke pulled on them by an unfeeling universe.

Although it is hard to see at times, this time of the Corona Virus is actually a gift, a true gift.  It is a great shaking of those usually too busy to stop and see all that God is doing in the world right now.  Still, there are some that are now thankfully awakening from their slumber.  They then say, ‘Okay, this is not something we saw coming.  Surely, this has to be God.’  This is good!

All along, You just want our love and attention.  This is not because You are needy.  It is because You knew a time like this was coming.  You did this so none of us would miss out on Your spectacular display of power.  Instead of sick hearts and hopelessness, You desire us to turn to You in honesty, truth and great humility and give our hearts to You during all of this (Proverbs 13:12).

Yes, Father, we will truly never be the same.  This time has been a gift, not a curse.  While hard, I believe You want us to view this as such.  As for me, I have pressed into You like never before.  It has been a blessing, Father.  You are our eternal Gift!

That being said, Easter Sunday has now arrived.  This is tomorrow.  For the first time, we are not allowed to assemble in this nation to worship You together at church.  Perhaps it is during this time of isolation that You will show Your mercy on us and fulfill Your promises of healing and Transformation.  Oh Father, may it be so!

Jesus:  “Erin, come up.”

I was laying down looking up at the beautiful tree with twelve different fruits.  I must have fallen asleep.  I sat up and looked around.  I recognized this place as being near the southern overlook in God’s Garden and the Valley of Blessing.  I saw Jesus sitting on a large rock.  He smiled at me as He got up to walk over to me.  He put His arms out to receive me.  I ran as fast as I could to Him and hugged Him.

Me:  “Lord, it is You!  I am so glad that there is no plague in Heaven.  Lord, I can still hug You here!”

Jesus:  Laughing.  “So, how was your rest under the tree?”

Me:  “Wonderful.  How long was I out?”

Jesus:  “Time is not relevant here.  Are you rested?”

Me:  “Yes, Lord.  While I know that I am safe from harm here, seeing the size of that fruit hanging over my head…well, what if one fell on me?  What if…”

Jesus:  Smiling.  “Oh Erin, you just said that you were glad that there is no plague here.  Are you thankful that the first fruit of this tree did not fall and hit you on the head while you slept?”  Now laughing.  “Oh Erin, if I can keep a plague from coming to Heaven, can I also not keep a fruit from hitting you?  You are funny!”

Me:  “I am sorry, Lord.  It is just that I have been trained for doom and gloom on Earth.  I am going to quote Newton here, the ‘father of falling fruit’.  His third law says that, for every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction.”

Jesus:  Laughing.  “Okay, you have gained wisdom…forces come in pairs.”

Me:  “Do you mean ‘pears’, as in ‘pears’ from the tree?”

Jesus:  Smiling.  “No, Erin, I mean ‘pairs’.  Oh yes…Newton resides here in Heaven.”

Me:  “He is here in Heaven?”

Jesus:  “Yes.  Now, you are to remember that God holds the keys to life and death.  Oh, that My truth, My Word, be the final Word.  The enemy would have you believe that ‘it is finished’ actually meant ‘I was finished’.  Obviously, it is not so, as here I am, very much alive.  The wording I used simply meant that I had finished the work that I was sent to complete on Earth for that time, understand?

“There was a greater ending to this than the enemy had planned.  Much to his dismay, this didn’t mean that I would now be withering up in a tomb.  As much as the enemy would have enjoyed this, God had the Final Word and still does.”  I was crying.  He reached over and wiped my tears.  “Erin, remember that you have fountains made up of those tears here.”

He laughed with a kindness impossible to fully describe.  I instantly felt such joy that He was still pleased with me.

Me:  “Oh Lord, I am so thankful for You.  I am so grateful.  I am just in awe of Your brilliance and Your wisdom.  Who can be like You?  No one…not one person.  I could sit with You forever and study You and never be bored.  You are so amazing!”

Jesus:  “Thank You, Erin.  Since I still hold the keys, remember to not worry.  Since I am always with you, remember to not be fearful.  I have great plans for you, your family and your friends.  Remember, there is still much to do.  After all of this is finished, I will once again have the Final Word.  Now, come, walk with Me.”  He reached for my hand.  “Let’s call down some first fruits off of this beautiful tree.”

He turned to look at me.  He studied me and I knew that He knew my every thought.  His love permeated my entire being.  He is truly worthy of all of our praises.

Jesus:  “Come, do not worry, Erin, as this is a good day.  Since the enemy will not prevail, it is time to rejoice.  Yes, Erin, the wicked will not prevail.  No thing…nothing…coming against you will prevail, understand?”

Just then, Jesus’ horse came up and nudged Him.

Me:  “Where has Your horse been?”

Jesus:  Looking over at His horse.  “Drinking from the beautiful River of Life.  Oh yes…but he comes with a reminder.”  He reached over and took the horse’s reins.  “If I hold the keys and the reins, then why do you worry?  Do not.  Now, My horse would like some of these beautiful ripe fruits.  Come.”

We walked together toward the tree with the twelve fruits.

Dream over…

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