Psalm 91:11 (NASB)
For He will give His angels charge concerning you, to guard you in all your ways.
When I was 14, I went on a few-week mission trip to the Philippines with the organization Reap International. I was really young, naive, and thought good of most people at that point in my life. I went wherever without a thought of what was going on and was completely unaware of any potential danger.
Apparently while we were there, there was a communist group called the New People's Army or NPA which was watching our team the duration of our time on one of the islands. The Filipinos would not let us sleep in certain villages because of kidnapping danger and I think the NPA lit off a bomb near the Bible School that Reap helps with to intimidate the American presence or something of the sort. I was completely oblivious.
I went from one place to the next smiling at everyone, leading worship at the churches, engaging in any activities that the other youth on our team were doing. One thing that I tried was riding on the outside of one of their local modes of transportation-- the tricee which is like a golf cart attached to a small motorbike. All the passengers ride in the "golf cart" side. It was really fun because my parents would never let me do anything risky like that (they did not come on the trip)... all until a Filipino man reached out and hooked his arm around my waist and tried to pull me off the tricee.
It didn't occur to me that I was in danger, I just didn't think it was very polite to rip people off tricees. I didn't struggle, I was too small then to have fought him and he was too large that I am not exactly sure how he had not succeeded. All I know was that one minute I was riding on the outside and he hooked his arm around my waist and pulled and the next minute I was flying/scrambling into the very full golf cart onto the laps of many people on our team. They asked me what the meaning of it was, thinking I was perhaps acting up, but I told them what had happened, so they let me ride on the inside.
I didn't fully realize the significance of this until I became older, for now I know of all the things that can happen to a 14 year old girl that gets kidnapped. I thought the worst that could have happened was that they might ransom me if it was the NPA that tried, but it could have been one of those people that steal children to sell them. Whichever was the case, I realize that God's divine hand was protecting me, because surely the man should have succeeded in kidnapping me to whatever end. But God's angels watched over me and kept me safe.
I know most people don't have stories like that, so I have really seen the incredible work of God in my life. I am sharing it here so that others can see that God truly is at work in the world, alive and active. My life has been evidence of it numerous times.
Sunday, October 14, 2012
Sunday, October 7, 2012
Trampling? Try Sitting and Sleeping On "Snakes And Scorpions"!!!
Luke 10:19 (NIV)
I have give you authority to trample on snakes and scorpions and to overcome all the power of the enemy; nothing will harm you.
When I was 19, I went on a 6 months missions trip to the Philippines. The organization I went with, Mercy In Action, divided groups of students into teams and sent them out into various villages and places to conduct primary health care and educate on hygiene and the spread of disease. I happened to be an honorary member of the team because I never went through the schooling, so sometimes I had things to do such as count out pills as the "pharmacist" and other times I had to sit and observe. It was during one of the "sitting" sessions that I "sat" on a poisonous centipede.
In the Philippines, they frequently lay flooring in sheets loosely over concrete to make the floors look nicer. Because the sheets are not secured, things like creepy crawly insects and ants can crawl under them and make a nice little home for themselves. At one particular church, they had a small platform that was covered in this manner and I, in a skirt because it was so hot, decided I would sit on the edge of this platform and watch the pharmacist count pills.
I had gotten used to the feeling of an occasional ant or two crawling on my legs or my arms and sometimes up the back of my shirt. So long as they didn't bite, it wasn't worth the effort of finding it . It was so hot, too, that you really didn't care if a water buffalo came and sat on you. Actually, that might have been preferred, it was that hot and miserable.
I had one such feeling-of-an-ant crawling on the upper part of the inside of my leg and thought nothing about it. I made a joke to myself about having ants in my pants but I didn't care. The feeling continued on lot longer than normal, and I then felt concerned that it was not just an ant but perhaps I had sat on a nest of ants. Or maybe it was something else, like a cockroach. Or even worse, a spider. I had to do something, and fast!
It is not polite to reach into your skirt in any social setting, but because I was behind a table, I very quietly and sneakily did so only to find that my hand grasped something a LOT larger than an ant. I pulled it out, and my hand was full of a ginormous centipede which had found a nice, warm home in my skirt. There was one second of shock and then I threw it, shouting. A Filipino man saw what I threw and immediately became alarmed. He pulled off his sandal, for that is how Filipinos kill insects, and tried to kill it, but it was too fast. It got away and crawled under the flooring, back to where it had probably come from. The man tried to rip up the flooring to get to it but did not find it.
Meanwhile, a team member observed this exchange and came over to see if I was ok. The Filipino man informed us that it was poisonous and could kill with one bite. Or, it would cause so much pain that you would wish you had been killed. The team member told me that another missionary had seen a Filipino man cut off his arm rather than endure the pain of a bite of one of those centipedes. And it had been crawling in my skirt, and momentarily in my hand!
When I thought it through further, our whole team had all been sleeping on that floor in mosquito nets. The centipede had had multiple opportunities to find someone to bite (or to make a home in someone else's skirt), but we had never seen it before then. How blessed I was to have God's protection just as Jesus said in Luke 10:19!!! When we are in God's will we can not only trample on snakes and scorpions (or poisonous centipedes), but we can also sit on them or sleep on them... and no harm will come to us.
Be encouraged to do what God tells you to do, for he has given you authority to overcome the power of the evil one.
I have give you authority to trample on snakes and scorpions and to overcome all the power of the enemy; nothing will harm you.
When I was 19, I went on a 6 months missions trip to the Philippines. The organization I went with, Mercy In Action, divided groups of students into teams and sent them out into various villages and places to conduct primary health care and educate on hygiene and the spread of disease. I happened to be an honorary member of the team because I never went through the schooling, so sometimes I had things to do such as count out pills as the "pharmacist" and other times I had to sit and observe. It was during one of the "sitting" sessions that I "sat" on a poisonous centipede.
In the Philippines, they frequently lay flooring in sheets loosely over concrete to make the floors look nicer. Because the sheets are not secured, things like creepy crawly insects and ants can crawl under them and make a nice little home for themselves. At one particular church, they had a small platform that was covered in this manner and I, in a skirt because it was so hot, decided I would sit on the edge of this platform and watch the pharmacist count pills.
I had gotten used to the feeling of an occasional ant or two crawling on my legs or my arms and sometimes up the back of my shirt. So long as they didn't bite, it wasn't worth the effort of finding it . It was so hot, too, that you really didn't care if a water buffalo came and sat on you. Actually, that might have been preferred, it was that hot and miserable.
I had one such feeling-of-an-ant crawling on the upper part of the inside of my leg and thought nothing about it. I made a joke to myself about having ants in my pants but I didn't care. The feeling continued on lot longer than normal, and I then felt concerned that it was not just an ant but perhaps I had sat on a nest of ants. Or maybe it was something else, like a cockroach. Or even worse, a spider. I had to do something, and fast!
It is not polite to reach into your skirt in any social setting, but because I was behind a table, I very quietly and sneakily did so only to find that my hand grasped something a LOT larger than an ant. I pulled it out, and my hand was full of a ginormous centipede which had found a nice, warm home in my skirt. There was one second of shock and then I threw it, shouting. A Filipino man saw what I threw and immediately became alarmed. He pulled off his sandal, for that is how Filipinos kill insects, and tried to kill it, but it was too fast. It got away and crawled under the flooring, back to where it had probably come from. The man tried to rip up the flooring to get to it but did not find it.
Meanwhile, a team member observed this exchange and came over to see if I was ok. The Filipino man informed us that it was poisonous and could kill with one bite. Or, it would cause so much pain that you would wish you had been killed. The team member told me that another missionary had seen a Filipino man cut off his arm rather than endure the pain of a bite of one of those centipedes. And it had been crawling in my skirt, and momentarily in my hand!
When I thought it through further, our whole team had all been sleeping on that floor in mosquito nets. The centipede had had multiple opportunities to find someone to bite (or to make a home in someone else's skirt), but we had never seen it before then. How blessed I was to have God's protection just as Jesus said in Luke 10:19!!! When we are in God's will we can not only trample on snakes and scorpions (or poisonous centipedes), but we can also sit on them or sleep on them... and no harm will come to us.
Be encouraged to do what God tells you to do, for he has given you authority to overcome the power of the evil one.
Sunday, September 30, 2012
Room Of Images
Ezekiel 8: 10 - 12 (New Revised Standard Version)
So I went in and looked; there portrayed on the wall all around, were all kinds of creeping things, and loathsome animals, and all the idols of the house of Israel. Before them stood seventy of the elders of the house of Israel, with Jaazaniah son of Shaphan standing among them. Each had his censer in his hand, and the fragrant cloud of incense was ascending. Then he said to me, "Mortal, have you seen what the elders of the house of Israel are doing in the dark, each in his room of images? For they say, "The Lord does not see us..."
This is a vision that Ezekiel had of the elders of Israel worshipping idols, "each in his room of images" according to God (he's the one addressing Ezekial by calling him "Mortal"). I challenge you to consider this: If your life had a "Room of Images", what could someone find if they were invited in? What are you offering your worship too, your time, your thoughts, your inner most being? Who are you when no one else sees you, when you are in "the dark"? We live in the world, so there are things we have to do in order to live in the world like school, work, eat, shower, breathe, interact with other people. Each of us is also a unique reflection of God, and so we have God-given talents and activities that we like that reflect God's nature. But if someone walked into your "Room of Images", would they find God reflected there? If so, great! If not, what are you willing to do about it?
So I went in and looked; there portrayed on the wall all around, were all kinds of creeping things, and loathsome animals, and all the idols of the house of Israel. Before them stood seventy of the elders of the house of Israel, with Jaazaniah son of Shaphan standing among them. Each had his censer in his hand, and the fragrant cloud of incense was ascending. Then he said to me, "Mortal, have you seen what the elders of the house of Israel are doing in the dark, each in his room of images? For they say, "The Lord does not see us..."
This is a vision that Ezekiel had of the elders of Israel worshipping idols, "each in his room of images" according to God (he's the one addressing Ezekial by calling him "Mortal"). I challenge you to consider this: If your life had a "Room of Images", what could someone find if they were invited in? What are you offering your worship too, your time, your thoughts, your inner most being? Who are you when no one else sees you, when you are in "the dark"? We live in the world, so there are things we have to do in order to live in the world like school, work, eat, shower, breathe, interact with other people. Each of us is also a unique reflection of God, and so we have God-given talents and activities that we like that reflect God's nature. But if someone walked into your "Room of Images", would they find God reflected there? If so, great! If not, what are you willing to do about it?
Sunday, September 23, 2012
Prayer To Save A Marriage
One night a few years ago, I woke up in the middle of the night with the thought that I needed to pray for a friend's marriage. I had this very strange vision of what could have been a camera zooming in on one spouse shouting into the camera that they did not want to be married to their spouse anymore. It was so strange because I didn't think that they were having any marriage troubles. So I prayed until the image of the spouse shouting at the camera faded. I fell asleep. As with all visions and strange nightly wakings, I hoped to myself that I was not crazy and that it was truly God. I didn't think much about it after.
About a year or so after this incident, one spouse shared with me the fact that the other had left without intention of returning (or at least the mention of it). They ended up returning stating that God had convicted them, and the couple is still married today. The timing was crazily about the time I had woken up in the middle of the night to pray!
While it seems weird to our Western minds, I am so thankful that God trusted me enough to wake me up to pray for my friend. It makes me wonder how many times God has woken up someone else with thoughts of me. It also makes me wonder how many other people God tried to wake up to pray, such as if he tried to wake up others and they dismissed it as eating pizza too close to bedtime.
I challenge those that read this to be available to God... you never know what is at stake. I challenge you to be able to answer like Samuel:
About a year or so after this incident, one spouse shared with me the fact that the other had left without intention of returning (or at least the mention of it). They ended up returning stating that God had convicted them, and the couple is still married today. The timing was crazily about the time I had woken up in the middle of the night to pray!
While it seems weird to our Western minds, I am so thankful that God trusted me enough to wake me up to pray for my friend. It makes me wonder how many times God has woken up someone else with thoughts of me. It also makes me wonder how many other people God tried to wake up to pray, such as if he tried to wake up others and they dismissed it as eating pizza too close to bedtime.
I challenge those that read this to be available to God... you never know what is at stake. I challenge you to be able to answer like Samuel:
1 Samuel 3:4... the LORD called Samuel; and he said, "Here I am."
Sunday, September 16, 2012
The Ultimate Job
Mark 11:24 (NIV)
Therefore I tell you, whatever you ask for in prayer, believe that you have received it, and it will be yours.
It was the day before Thanksgiving. We, my coworkers and I, were given our pink slips. Yes, we were laid off. The day before Thanksgiving.
I needed a job. That much was for certain. I spent a month looking, searching, praying. I dressed up in interview clothes every day and walked around with my resume, just in case I might see a job opportunity. The town I live in is a smaller town, so it's possible to find a job opportunity in line at the grocery store.
One thing I learned was that you don't go to the unemployment office in interview clothing because heaven forbid that you should actually want to work that day if you were hired. Instead you ought to roll around in dirt and not comb your hair, because if you don't, people in line at the unemployment office look like they want to kill you because you (a rich person because you are dressed rich when in actuality you are wearing your best clothing because you are becoming increasingly poorer each day and need a job) dare stand in line to take a job that they could get. I have never been looked at like that in my life. The way someone gives a sideways glance to a person who is acting inappropriately. Unlike some people, I was actually actively (key word: actively) searching for a job.
I prayed for a job that would provide a good income, have benefits, be close to my home at the time, where I would be able to use my knowledge of the medical field, where I'd have good coworkers, and where I'd have a good supervisor. I received two job interviews at two tax places, needing temporary workers for the tax season. The first tax place wanted to hire me. I was scared to say no because there wasn't much out there. But I felt like the pay I was offered was too low to live on. Then I got called for the second job interview. And then one of my other applications, at a clinic, came through. They wanted me to interview on the same day. The clinic interview came first. They wanted to hire me on the spot for a job that I did not apply for. After much inner debate, I decided to take the job and let the other place know I was not interested in the interview.
Over the next four and a half years, the job proved to be exactly what I'd ordered and more. Not only has everything been better than I asked for, but the job unexpectedly provided for me in a very tough place, and I am still seeing the provision from it. Last year I went through a very rough time in life, one I might be able to blog about twenty or thirty years from now. We'll see. I had to make many adjustments in living and I went hungry sometimes (although miraculously food turned up at convenient times... more on that later), and I cried a lot because I didn't have enough money to pay for some medical things I needed (and other hard things that were going on in life). The job that I prayed for, thinking only in the short term, ended up carrying me through the hard times and once I adjusted my living, it allowed me to save up for the next adventure in life. It also helped provide for medical expenses through a good insurance program so that actually a lot of my crying about medical expenses proved to be fruitless because most of them were already provided for. I wish I could go into detail, but that is for another time.
I wish I could have found a better scripture for this post, because I do believe that some people treat God like a vending machine. It's not like that. Insert prayer, receive blessing. In this case, I did believe that God would provide me with what I asked for, only he not only provided for my immediate needs, he also provided ahead of time for things in the future. He went above and beyond what I asked for. It is so awesome to be in relationship with a God like that! When you are in relationship with him, then you can do Mark 11:24. That way you are asking things within God's will, coming before God with clean hands and living a life pleasing to him so that He can't help but bless you. Anyway, God is awesome.
Therefore I tell you, whatever you ask for in prayer, believe that you have received it, and it will be yours.
It was the day before Thanksgiving. We, my coworkers and I, were given our pink slips. Yes, we were laid off. The day before Thanksgiving.
I needed a job. That much was for certain. I spent a month looking, searching, praying. I dressed up in interview clothes every day and walked around with my resume, just in case I might see a job opportunity. The town I live in is a smaller town, so it's possible to find a job opportunity in line at the grocery store.
One thing I learned was that you don't go to the unemployment office in interview clothing because heaven forbid that you should actually want to work that day if you were hired. Instead you ought to roll around in dirt and not comb your hair, because if you don't, people in line at the unemployment office look like they want to kill you because you (a rich person because you are dressed rich when in actuality you are wearing your best clothing because you are becoming increasingly poorer each day and need a job) dare stand in line to take a job that they could get. I have never been looked at like that in my life. The way someone gives a sideways glance to a person who is acting inappropriately. Unlike some people, I was actually actively (key word: actively) searching for a job.
I prayed for a job that would provide a good income, have benefits, be close to my home at the time, where I would be able to use my knowledge of the medical field, where I'd have good coworkers, and where I'd have a good supervisor. I received two job interviews at two tax places, needing temporary workers for the tax season. The first tax place wanted to hire me. I was scared to say no because there wasn't much out there. But I felt like the pay I was offered was too low to live on. Then I got called for the second job interview. And then one of my other applications, at a clinic, came through. They wanted me to interview on the same day. The clinic interview came first. They wanted to hire me on the spot for a job that I did not apply for. After much inner debate, I decided to take the job and let the other place know I was not interested in the interview.
Over the next four and a half years, the job proved to be exactly what I'd ordered and more. Not only has everything been better than I asked for, but the job unexpectedly provided for me in a very tough place, and I am still seeing the provision from it. Last year I went through a very rough time in life, one I might be able to blog about twenty or thirty years from now. We'll see. I had to make many adjustments in living and I went hungry sometimes (although miraculously food turned up at convenient times... more on that later), and I cried a lot because I didn't have enough money to pay for some medical things I needed (and other hard things that were going on in life). The job that I prayed for, thinking only in the short term, ended up carrying me through the hard times and once I adjusted my living, it allowed me to save up for the next adventure in life. It also helped provide for medical expenses through a good insurance program so that actually a lot of my crying about medical expenses proved to be fruitless because most of them were already provided for. I wish I could go into detail, but that is for another time.
I wish I could have found a better scripture for this post, because I do believe that some people treat God like a vending machine. It's not like that. Insert prayer, receive blessing. In this case, I did believe that God would provide me with what I asked for, only he not only provided for my immediate needs, he also provided ahead of time for things in the future. He went above and beyond what I asked for. It is so awesome to be in relationship with a God like that! When you are in relationship with him, then you can do Mark 11:24. That way you are asking things within God's will, coming before God with clean hands and living a life pleasing to him so that He can't help but bless you. Anyway, God is awesome.
Sunday, September 9, 2012
Dream That Bomb-Threat Would Happen
I wrote in my last post about dreams. I really believe that Christians today too readily dismiss the spiritual aspect of our walk with God, the spiritual aspect of existence. By denying this portion of existence, we leave ourselves vulnerable in this very real war we are waging. Not against people of course, but against spiritual powers.
In my last post, I posted about a warning dream of how the gas prices would rise. I received another dream in fifth grade about something that took place not long after.
I had a dream about a clinic where I was being seen for problems with my wrists. I played guitar, maybe bass (I forget if I started at the time), cello, played on the computer, and wrote at least four hand-written pages every day, giving myself tendonitis and maybe carpal tunnel syndrome.
I went through various kinds of testing to see what was wrong, and it was costing my parents a lot of money. I felt really bad. I had to follow up with the doctor, and if my symptoms had not improved, I would have to do more extensive testing.
I was in physical therapy, and I felt that if my doctor's appointment was moved a week or two out, I might be completely better. But my follow up with the doctor was scheduled when it was. My parents would have to shell out more money, and I would feel even worse.
I asked God to heal my wrists, or at least make some way for my visit to be moved. I was not at an age where I would think to reschedule my appointment. My parents made it for me, it was set in stone.
That night, I had a dream about the clinic building. I did not understand what it meant, but I saw bright orange cones and pandemonium and smoke. I wondered what it meant as my father drove me to the clinic the next day.
When we got to the clinic, there were bright orange cones blocking off the road. There were emergency personnel everywhere it seemed. There was pandemonium, or so it appeared to me.
My dad rolled down his window and spoke to a policeman. The policeman told my father the clinic was closed because they had received a bomb threat. My dad shrugged, what could be done? As we drove away, I told my father about the dream.
He said, "Why didn't you tell me? You would have saved me getting off work!"
I didn't realize it was an important dream, nor what it meant.
Needless to say, I didn't need to follow up with the doctor. I completed my physical therapy, and proceeded to do the exercises I was shown clear into high school. My wrists healed up, and I learned moderation and taking a break when symptoms start threatening to return. And I learned an important lesson: to pay attention to my dreams.
In my last post, I posted about a warning dream of how the gas prices would rise. I received another dream in fifth grade about something that took place not long after.
I had a dream about a clinic where I was being seen for problems with my wrists. I played guitar, maybe bass (I forget if I started at the time), cello, played on the computer, and wrote at least four hand-written pages every day, giving myself tendonitis and maybe carpal tunnel syndrome.
I went through various kinds of testing to see what was wrong, and it was costing my parents a lot of money. I felt really bad. I had to follow up with the doctor, and if my symptoms had not improved, I would have to do more extensive testing.
I was in physical therapy, and I felt that if my doctor's appointment was moved a week or two out, I might be completely better. But my follow up with the doctor was scheduled when it was. My parents would have to shell out more money, and I would feel even worse.
I asked God to heal my wrists, or at least make some way for my visit to be moved. I was not at an age where I would think to reschedule my appointment. My parents made it for me, it was set in stone.
That night, I had a dream about the clinic building. I did not understand what it meant, but I saw bright orange cones and pandemonium and smoke. I wondered what it meant as my father drove me to the clinic the next day.
When we got to the clinic, there were bright orange cones blocking off the road. There were emergency personnel everywhere it seemed. There was pandemonium, or so it appeared to me.
My dad rolled down his window and spoke to a policeman. The policeman told my father the clinic was closed because they had received a bomb threat. My dad shrugged, what could be done? As we drove away, I told my father about the dream.
He said, "Why didn't you tell me? You would have saved me getting off work!"
I didn't realize it was an important dream, nor what it meant.
Needless to say, I didn't need to follow up with the doctor. I completed my physical therapy, and proceeded to do the exercises I was shown clear into high school. My wrists healed up, and I learned moderation and taking a break when symptoms start threatening to return. And I learned an important lesson: to pay attention to my dreams.
Sunday, September 2, 2012
Dream That Gas Prices Would Rise
It was a very long time ago, that much's for sure. Gas is now about $4 a gallon. But back then, it was under $2.
I think in today's day and age, it is really easy as Christians to miss the spiritual aspect of our Christian walk. Sure, don't do bad things, go to church, worship crazy, go to a Bible study. You're set.
The problem is that even though we live in a world with learning, technology, and science, there's still a spiritual element to existence.
I suppose I more easily embrace the spiritual element of existence because of my Eastern background, being half Korean. My parents also, I've found, have spiritual giftings that I've observed since childhood and have also discovered that I have an aptitude for. One of those are dreams. I have had an aptitude for dreams since I was a child.
I think some dreams are the consciousness processing the day's comings and goings. Sometimes I've realized it's the time when I can face things I've pushed under the surface, didn't want to face. Some people think they are the result of pizza eaten too late at night. I'm not so sure if food is a factor.
However, one thing I do believe is that God speaks to people in dreams in today's age still. He reveals things that we are too busy to accept or notice during the day, he shows us the future.
There are a few famous dreams in the Bible that I can recall-- Joseph (husband of Mary) being warned by an angel to go to Egypt to save Jesus' life, Joseph (coat of many colors) dreaming about the sheaves and stars, the dream of the king that Daniel interpreted to name a few.
Here is one dream that God gave me at a young age.
It was pretty brief. All I saw was a gas price sign. I watched it as the numbers rose up, changed to $1.89 a gallon. At the time of my dream, it was well under $1.89.
One day, I am not sure how long after, I noticed that the gas prices had risen to $1.89. I told my father about my dream, and he exclaimed, "Why didn't you tell me? I would have bought it in bulk and saved a bunch of money."
I didn't know at the time that I ought to have told him. I wasn't really sure what to do with it. But I suppose this is an example of a warning dream, a warning of hard times to come.
I really appreciate that God chose me for the revelation of this future to come.
I think in today's day and age, it is really easy as Christians to miss the spiritual aspect of our Christian walk. Sure, don't do bad things, go to church, worship crazy, go to a Bible study. You're set.
The problem is that even though we live in a world with learning, technology, and science, there's still a spiritual element to existence.
I suppose I more easily embrace the spiritual element of existence because of my Eastern background, being half Korean. My parents also, I've found, have spiritual giftings that I've observed since childhood and have also discovered that I have an aptitude for. One of those are dreams. I have had an aptitude for dreams since I was a child.
I think some dreams are the consciousness processing the day's comings and goings. Sometimes I've realized it's the time when I can face things I've pushed under the surface, didn't want to face. Some people think they are the result of pizza eaten too late at night. I'm not so sure if food is a factor.
However, one thing I do believe is that God speaks to people in dreams in today's age still. He reveals things that we are too busy to accept or notice during the day, he shows us the future.
There are a few famous dreams in the Bible that I can recall-- Joseph (husband of Mary) being warned by an angel to go to Egypt to save Jesus' life, Joseph (coat of many colors) dreaming about the sheaves and stars, the dream of the king that Daniel interpreted to name a few.
Here is one dream that God gave me at a young age.
It was pretty brief. All I saw was a gas price sign. I watched it as the numbers rose up, changed to $1.89 a gallon. At the time of my dream, it was well under $1.89.
One day, I am not sure how long after, I noticed that the gas prices had risen to $1.89. I told my father about my dream, and he exclaimed, "Why didn't you tell me? I would have bought it in bulk and saved a bunch of money."
I didn't know at the time that I ought to have told him. I wasn't really sure what to do with it. But I suppose this is an example of a warning dream, a warning of hard times to come.
I really appreciate that God chose me for the revelation of this future to come.
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