Tuesday, July 17, 2007

Wicked Dream

Yesterday afternoon I had a dream when I was taking a nap. I don’t think that I usually dream when I take naps. If I do, then I don’t remember them like I did yesterday.
I dreamed that I was in the audience of the Oprah show. Even in my dream I thought it was strange that I went to the Oprah show because I don’t even watch it. I was sitting in the front row and Miles was next to me in his wheelchair. I had his chair backwards where his face was facing the person behind him. The guest for the day was a woman that was a healer. I think I must have known that she was going to be there. I was sitting in my seat, and before anything began I already made the decision that I wasn’t going to beg the lady with my eyes to heal Miles. I was just going to sit back and watch the show.
The show began and right away I recognized that the lady’s power did not come from God. She was indeed a healer, but she got her powers from the dark side. The first lady that she healed was on the stage and she began sliding on the floor on her back. Her eyes were bulging out of socket, but when she got up she was healed. She basically looked like she had been possessed then healed.
As I was watching things go on I noticed that Miles wheelchair moved. At first I didn’t think much of it because I was interested in what was going on. Then I noticed that his chair moved again. I looked over at him and he had wrapped his toes under the chair in front of him and was using the chair to rock himself. Then I looked at his face and he was completely alert and normal looking. No one had touched him, but obviously he was healed by whatever was going on with the lady on the show. Next thing I know Miles is out of his chair messing around with stuff. I was not filled with joy at all. I was trying to decide what I should do. I was relieved that Miles was healed, but I did not trust how it happened. I was glad he could walk, but I was also nervous about what that meant.
I was on the way home trying to decide what to do, but there was a man with me from the show. He was furnishing my whole ride home. He gave me a brand new truck and he was paying for everything on the trip home. I knew that he was telling me that “I owed him.” I think it was the devil propositioning me to heal Miles for me in exchange for me to serve him.
The thoughts that I kept having were: No one knows where I went. They don’t know how Miles was healed. If I could just get home then everyone would be happy to see him. I have no idea how I’m going to ditch this guy with me. And, how am I going to explain this truck.
I had Miles behind me in a car seat and he was completely normal. I handed him a Little Debbie Oatmeal Pie and he took it from my hands and ate it by himself. There was no relief in my spirit. I worried for his future because of the way he was healed.

So, anyway, here’s my public declaration: I do not in any way desire openly or secretly for my son Miles to be healed by anything or anyone besides with the power of Jesus Christ. I will not be tempted by any demonic forces. I don’t believe that he will, but I would rather for Miles to die without doing one more thing and him go to heaven than him be healed by anything or anyone from the dark side.

Jesus, come quickly to my rescue and heal my son Miles!


Pamelotta said...

Wow! I love dreams and that is one that I wish I could have seen myself. You are so discerning. Even if you thought that dream had more to do with enchiladas that were too spicy than an actual proposition, you went ahead and took care of it as if it were real. That is awesome. Satan is so sneaky. I've never heard of him doing something like that in a dream.

I agree with your declaration!!!

Tangerinetinselbreeze said...

That was a really hard post to swallow. Tears really. I am so proud to know you. I don't doubt you would be on Oprah- but as a guest. As a speaker, writer, healer of hearts, Jesus freak of a new generation, phenomenal mother, wife and beautiful friend. I love you really.

JesusFreak said...

I think the Little Debbie oatmeal cookie was a big part of the dream. Those things are evil!