Dream 872 – A Short Word on Christmas Day 2024

Received on Wednesday, December 25, 2024

Communion

Dear Father,

Thank You for another day!  You are my Gift.  I love You.  Thank You for a blanket of fresh early morning snow and one more day here.  I went outside to feed the birds and animals.  There was no good reason to stop as we have had virtually no mice inside our house over the years.  We found a possible point of entry and blocked it.  There has now been nothing for a couple of months.

While I no longer feed them on any type of schedule, I now do this on random days and ways.  This way, they learn another way.  I realized some time ago that I had lost my passion.  Not just for the birds and animals, but my passion and interest in so many things.  I have taken thousands of photos… too many actually.  Why?  I was in pursuit of something, but I am not sure what.

I once loved thrift shopping.  Father, You blessed my pursuits in second hand, antiquing and other related treasure hunting, but no more.  I can’t do better than what I have already achieved and the great stories I had doing this. My passion is gone.  I loved to golf once.  I loved it so much that when I would watch tournaments on the television, my heart would race.  I could tell my husband the mistake that was about to be made based on the player’s stance or the pure swing that a golfer succeeded with, but no more.

I no longer have this passion.  I am no longer thinking about it, although sometimes golf appears in my dreams.  This year has been a year of great change… a change of heart.  Cancer dictated so many days.  Receiving this diagnosis was the final crowning event that made everything else fade away.  It is like feeding the birds everyday and then one day stopping.  The birds would then become confused and even disoriented.

When I ventured outside today, some of the birds appeared to call out to me.  Some of them would swoop in.  However, most just waited for me on branches.  I had become depressed this year.  Things, places, events and the way I had expected everything to be, did not come to pass as I had hoped, prepared and prayed for.  It has been the lowest I have been in many years.

Even coming to You seemed senseless at times because ‘soon’ never fit my definition of my hopes of ‘soon’.  When those around me would begin to ask, ‘We did all this for when?’, well, I truly have no answers.  However, I know You, Father, are a genius and so multi-dimensional in all of Your ways that all of these delays and redirects will also be perfectly perfect.  I am sorry for my discouragement.  I am sorry.  I love you.

My husband asked me what I would look forward to doing when I am healed and changed if I had the ability to be granted that which I asked for.  Well, a few years ago, I could name at least ten things, some are or most are enhanced abilities to do things I can no longer do.  However, this came up a few days ago and I was surprised by my answer reflecting my different direction.  I now want to…

  • Heal people.
  • Raise the dead.
  • Shut the mouths of liars.
  • See the miracles of God.
  • Be a part of these miracles.

However, I don’t want anyone to know who I am… only that I am in the service of my King Jesus.  I don’t want any attention… no books, tours… nothing.  While I had always wanted to be elevated and proved right in front of my enemies, I no longer care to do this.  I no longer have any agenda.

For the first time in my life, I truly have no desire to be built up in the eyes of others.  This is because I don’t feel I have done anything that someone else would not do in the same position.  I am only special in the way You feel I am special.

Anyway, this week has been an odd week.  After I fed the birds, I took the eggs out of the fridge to warm them up to room temperature.  I then took out the mixer from below the oven to set on the counter.  It was time for our annual Christmas morning Dutch Babies.  Then suddenly and without warning, an entire shelf crashed down.  Baking pans, trays and glass dishes scattered all over the floor.

It woke up the entire house… perhaps even the neighbors too.  One of the shelf supports had snapped.  Without me realizing it, the shelf had been resting on my mixer.  It was a calamity on an otherwise beautiful still Christmas morning.

Together with my husband, we promptly fixed the shelf and we placed everything back after securing the supports with stronger ones.  By a miracle, not one of our glass dishes broke.  Not even a single chip.

I then went to my devotional chair.  I smiled when I saw that a big, beautiful passionflower had bloomed overnight.  This is a miracle.  Then my hibiscus plant had bloomed after it looked like it had died.  I then heard Your Voice…

Jesus:  “Erin, you are My passionflower.  Do not grow weary in doing good.  In all of this, I am in you!”

I needed this.  Thank You, Father.  I then said my first ‘formal’ prayer of the day…

Thank You, Father.  Thank You for never giving up on me.  Even at times when I have given up, You never give up.  You never stop.  I know today is likely Your date of conception here on Earth and not the date of Your birth (both Kislev 24 on the Hebrew calendar and December 25 on our calendar are good fits).  Even so, we celebrate You in love and gratitude for all You do.  My life with You in it has been an Enriching Gift and something no money can purchase.

No act can accomplish this.  No words can conjure this.  Only a willing heart.  Well, this year has been the year of willing hearts to do Your Perfect Will in all things.  I am fully surrendered to You, Father.  I have nothing standing in my way other than my personal limitations.  I am broken.  I lack ability.  Lord, there is nothing I can do in this life that has not already been done or completed.

So, Father, today I ask for a renewal of my spirit and a passion for You.  I pray for revival and the gift of letting go of the former things.  I ask that You put a new magnified passion into the hearts of all sparrows… the least of these in Your Kingdom.  I pray that, together, we can Nest at Your Altar.  Light the wick in our heart so we burn brightly for You.  Love,  me… Amen.  In Jesus’ Mighty Name, Amen!

I looked out my window and saw so many varieties of birds outside.  Many had returned again.  The snowbirds are here too.  Thank You, Lord!

Jesus:  “Erin, come up!”

He once again spoke to me while I sat in my devotional chair.  His Voice was very clear.

Jesus:  “Erin, I am here and I have you.  I know you are tired.  However, I am here and I will revive you and you will be My Gift to others as I work through you.  It has been a long journey, but I have never forsaken you, not once.

“You have grown in Me.  This is only the beginning.  Your story has not ended.  There are many of you who have grown weary, but continue to hold on.  All of you hold on!  I am at the door.  Be still and know I am God.  I love you!  I am here and soon all will see.”

This was so encouraging to me that I felt inspired to write down my second ‘formal’ prayer of the day…

We pray blessings upon our friends.  For those who are alone, we pray that Jesus comes to visit you and He is with you and grants you a special sign.  We pray for families with children that You would bless them and abundantly provide more than they would need.  For those who are sick and need healing, Father, this is an easy thing for You.  Please heal those in need of miracles today, even financial miracles.

Father, You can do abundantly more than we can ask, so please send help to all of those in need.  You are our Greatest Gift.  Please remember those who are too tired to even ask anymore.  Light our Candle and keep our wicks trim and our flame burning bright.  We love You.  Psalm 85 – revive us.  Psalm 84 too.  I ask for all of this in Jesus’ Name, Amen!

Dream over…

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