Dream 824 – Everything is about to change!
Received on Thursday, June 27, 2024
Communion
Dear Father,
Thank You! (After a long pause) No, really, thank You! Thank You for another day! Thank You for birds, animals and the beauty around us. I have been watching birds my whole life. While I hadn’t considered myself to be a ‘birder’, I must be. After all of these years, I must be a ‘backyard birder’. Over the years, I have seen my little friends come and go. I have watched them grow from fledglings to adults to flying away.
I have seen parent birds teaching their little ones how to eat and forage. I have then seen these parent birds no longer return. Even so, generation after generation come back to our yard. A few of the regulars have stayed. It is like our Nest Sparrows. While many of us have been together as a community for over a decade now, many have come and gone. Perhaps they are not as interested in the seed I have put outside.
Perhaps they have found better seed elsewhere. Those who have stayed have grown with me. We have watched all of our children, and for some even their grandchildren, grow up and begin to leave their nests. It is bittersweet as time continues to come and go. Together here, we have experienced the joys of healing miracles and love blossoming (a shoutout to lovebirds Patrick & Redbird)!
Yes, we have seen friends not only bonded here forever, but also for eternity. We have even rejoiced with each other’s milestones. There have been new jobs, new moves, graduations and even a few weddings. Then there is the bittersweet part of this journey of feathered and non-feathered friends. There are those we miss and some we will not see again here on Earth.
There are those who have been alone without hope after a loved one has moved on or a child has passed. With all things in life, as in death, there is a time for every season under Heaven. I think about my times here in the land of thick trees with great fondness. My memories are burned into my heart and I am grateful, Father.
I just know that every bird or animal or Nest Sparrow who has come and gone here that I will one day meet them again in Heaven. Being a birder and small animal watching ‘disciple’ of Jesus, loving what You have created is a big lesson and sometimes even a lesson and exercise in grief. However, I don’t want to reflect on the sorrows I have experienced at my birdfeeders and around us.
As with all things in life, events are analogies to Your plans. A broken heart is an exercise in farming. The soil is tilled (our hearts stirred) and the field made fertile by God through our pain and all prepared for the seeds of repentance. Once planted, God must then take things from there. The farmer must trust the Lord for the things he cannot produce. This includes the arrival of sunshine and rain in due season.
A broken heart gifted to You is one that grows from the seeds of repentance. What springs forth from the soil is unrecognizable, useful and beautiful to You. I have no strength to make this next journey on my own, Father. Like a migratory bird that eventually doesn’t return to the place of its home, I see no way forward on my own. You speak to me through dreams and through Your Words. I will trust in You, Father.
I had a very vivid dream last night…
Sub-dream 1 “The Fixing of the Belltowers” begins…
I have not had a dream in a while with such strong edges and clear colors. I was with four friends. While I don’t recall who they were, we were close. While one might have been my daughter, I am not sure. We were all young and in a distant city. We were to visit a massive cathedral made of stone with beautiful stained-glass windows. It was situated on a steep hill. It was an incline reminiscent of the streets of San Francisco.
When we arrived, I was driving the car we currently own. My friends exited and stood at the front of the church while I parked across the four-lane street. They were all waving at me to hurry. However, as I began to cross, I realized that my cross-body bag was too full and way too heavy. I turned back to my car and opened the hatchback.
Me: Yelling over to my friends. “Wait for me.”
Friend 1: “Erin, leave it behind.”
Friend 2: “Yeah! Who cares?”
Friend 3: “Leave it.”
I could tell that all of them were growing impatient. I unzipped my bag and looked inside. It contained items that were truly unnecessary. There was a hammer, a screwdriver, a staple remover claw, a small stapler and some other items. While I knew that they were all mine, they were totally meaningless and heavy. I took them out of my bag and stuffed them all in a side well in my trunk.
When I finally got down to it, I was just keeping my keys and my wallet. The bag was a whole new thing to me. I wondered why I hadn’t done this a long time ago. The bag was now a different bag with a different purpose. My friends cheered as I closed the hatch and locked the car. We met up and went inside this beautiful church. There were two sets of doors: The outer doors with a small vestibule and then the inner doors.
There was a notice on the door stating that the church was no longer a functioning place of worship. At the base of the notice was a city ordinance number. We then walked into the reception hall. It was massive. There were venders selling antiques and other items from the church. They were also selling candlesticks, vessels and pews, as well as items the church must have used for weddings and receptions.
Man: Coming over to us. “How may I help you?”
Me: “We would like to go into the sanctuary.”
Man: “It is not safe. As you know, it was set on fire and destroyed. It is no longer a place of worship. Instead, it is a house of pain and mourning.”
We all looked at each other and nodded.
Me: “Well, we would still like to go inside. Do you mind?”
Man: “I can let you in as long as you are not in the act of prayer. In addition, you cannot go up to the belltower. This is off limits.”
The man then took out a massive lock and chained off the front of the entrance to the sanctuary. When we entered, the whole place was dark and blackened from fire. After the man closed the door behind us, we went to work. In a matter of seconds, the entire place was restored. Light streamed in from the windows. The massive belltower was then restored.
Friend 1: “Okay, it is almost time. Is everyone ready?” We were all so excited. “Okay… NOW!”
At the same time across the city, each burned church began to ring from their belltowers. We opened the doors to the sanctuary and took the two exterior sets of doors off of the entry. The man and his vendors were outraged and scared. They ran after us into the sanctuary and began to weep and drop to their knees.
Man: “We will be killed for this.”
Me: “No, you won’t. Every church has been restored in this city. All of the church bells are ringing.”
A massive number of people then came and filled the church. We all celebrated. Everything was restored. As we were leaving, my husband met me. He and his friends were at another church. We were now all gathered together and ready to leave. I laughed when we walked by a vendor table as they now had only personal belongings to sell. They no longer had church plunder. I saw nothing of value.
As we then turned the corner to exit, I saw a sterling silver miniature box with four small legs. It was a tiny clock with doors that had hinges to conceal what was underneath. The words on the small sticker label read, ‘Rare. 1700s. $70’. I picked it up. It was light as a feather. I began to open the various silver doors concealing the ivory faced clock.
Vendor: Coming over to us. “That is one of a kind.”
Me: “It is like an old Rubik’s Cube.”
Husband: “Erin, we have to go. You don’t need it.”
Me: “I know. I am just trying to open the doors.”
Vendor: “There is a hinge. Try folding it backwards.”
As I did, it exposed the clock face. It read 4:20. The vendor then became distracted.
Husband: “Erin, let’s get going!”
While I then tried to put this clock back to the original way, it wouldn’t do so. I could not bring that back to the old way no matter how hard I tried to. It instead ended up being a stone and gold meshed curved clock with a precision time… 4:20.
I then noticed that on the table with the little clock was a vase with three red roses. There was also a bowl with folded pieces of paper with names on them.
Husband: “Erin, you can’t go back. It is not God’s Will for it. Let it go.”
Me: “But the vendor will be mad at me as I ruined the antique.”
Husband: “No. God made it better using you. Let it go.”
I laughed and then agreed with him. My friends and husband then all waved for me to follow them to the next place.
Sub-dream 1 over…
Father, this was such a specific and unusual dream. Father, I don’t understand the meaning of this dream. Please help me!
Jesus: “Erin, come up!”
He once again spoke to me while I sat in my devotional chair. His Voice was very clear.
Jesus: “I am here. Are you calling? I think you are.”
Me: Laughing. “Yes, Lord. However, You called me first.”
Jesus: “Erin, you have been grieving.”
Me: “Yes, Lord, I have been. I had to begin to bring in the feeders at night because the racoons have destroyed everything. It is hard because the birds are confused. It is like how I had to take the hummingbird feeders down. I hadn’t seen any this year. Then a couple of weeks ago, a hummingbird sat on a tree branch staring at me. I have failed them this year. My neighbors have taken my joy.”
Jesus: “I will deal with them. However, I think it is you who have taken your own joy. Erin, I know that you are struggling. I know I ask impossible things in your opinion. However, is anything impossible when I ask it. Why would I require you to do something if I knew you couldn’t do it? Am I the God who sets you up for failure?”
Me: “No. I am the one who sets myself up for failure.”
Jesus: “Then stop doing this to My friend… you! Erin, you are My friend.
“Now, this dream… in this dream, you were changed. You were restoring a broken church. You took the time to leave behind things you will have no use for. This includes hammers, nails and other tools traditionally used for restoration. I used you to restore My Church to those who need Me but have only heard of Me… those who have cried out and long to be with Me.”
Me: “Lord, we are at Your Mercy.”
Jesus: “Erin, what you are experiencing with your feeders, with the wicked around you and the little ones who rely on you and become disheartened at change is similar to how I feel with the world. Even though I knew this time was coming, I watch all of this and none of these people understand any of what is truly happening… evil is consuming all goodness. If My people would only turn to Me and be saved so much of this could be avoided.”
Me: “But, Lord, we are Your people!”
Jesus: “You are My Bride without a physical church. My Bride is My Church. But what of the others? This is what I am referring to… the guests… the invitees.”
Me: “Help, Lord, as time seems to be running out. Please strengthen Your Bride. We love You so much!”
Just then, a bald eagle flew right in front of my window.
Jesus: “Erin, I love you. Allow Me to carry you. I have you. Do not worry. I have no intention of allowing you to be harmed, nor your children, nor My Sparrows, nor their children. You have spent many years studying these birds and photographing them. Why have you done this?”
Me: “They make me happy. I am fascinated by their daily tasks. What it looks like when they are discussing things with each other. The songs that they sing. How they love our place and continue to return here. I have grown familiar with them and their behaviors, their likes and dislikes. I am then excited when new visitors come.
“Over the years, four small feeders hanging from a pole has helped me wait for You. You just brought me a Bald Eagle, Lord! And now there is a male yellow finch staring at me through the window. There have been so many varieties that have visited here on their way to other horizons. Sometimes they return and You answer my prayers.
“However, they sometimes never come back despite my best efforts and prayers. This is painful, Lord. The little pregnant mother red squirrel who would come up to me and visit simply disappeared one day. I assumed to give birth. While she has never returned, her three little red squirrels now come in her place.
“I just pray that they don’t become chicken nuggets to predators. Their mom is clearly gone as they stay too late after sundown and are up too early. Their instincts are poor compared to the others. They are too confident that nothing will happen to them.”
Jesus: “Erin, are we talking about squirrels or something else? Always remember that I am God over all things and you are not. I determine the food chain.
“Now, I promise you that you have many friends who can’t wait for you to reside in eternity with them here in Heaven. This includes saints, birds, animals and even a fish or two. I want you to relax and let Me be your rest. Let Me heal your broken heart. You are loved and, yes, you would be missed here on Earth too.
“Now, why don’t you let Me care for you, feed you, prepare you, heal you and move you where I know you will do your best work for Me? Can this be the day of your release? Leave it behind and reach for Me. I promise you that I love you, delight in you and My plans are to keep your Nest near My Altar. Have joy and never let the wicked steal this from you again. I am with you.”
Just as I was getting up out of my chair, the Lord called me back for a brief finishing moment. I sat back down, opened my journal and grabbed my pen.
Jesus: “Everything is about to change!”
Dream over…
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