Playing Football For The King

A dream…

I am to work for the King. But the work I was doing was being stopped by the authorities. I knew I could go over their heads and get the job done, but I’d have to fight all their red-tape and that thought scared me away.

So I left, but not far enough away. I went to the ocean side, and hid among many others.

Then I heard that the King was searching for me. A part of me was flattered, (the King wants me?), and yet the other part of me, wanted to be left alone.

Then I overheard people saying that the King was searching for someone who could play football for His team.

I knew, without doubt, He was searching for me.

An emissary for the King called out to us all, “The King is looking for the one who can play football!”
Others around me, gave pause for a moment, and then continued on with their life. I could have raised my hand, but did not. (Why? Too shy? Or did I just not like playing football, and would rather not?)
So the King’s men spread out among the people, and began to play football among them. Every now and then, the ball would chance upon someone, who either ignored it, or tried to play it back to them.
Then, as I was interacting with others, the ball came right at me.

I caught it without thought. I held the ball for a moment, and then nonchalantly tossed it back to them.

“Hey!”, they exclaimed, pointing at me, “she can play football!” (A girl who can play football? – A novelty!)

“Get her!” exclaimed their leader, and they all began converging to where I was.

I ran. They followed. But they couldn’t catch me. Every time they’d get close, I’d manage to get help from the others around me and they would hide me.

I enjoyed the chase, for it was a chase between a loved one and the lover, but I did not want to be caught! Getting caught would mean the loss of my freedom, and I enjoyed living free.

Then, they caught me. They marked me as one who belonged to the King, and then brought me before Him.
I feared seeing Him. I knew He would want me, but I feared settling down with Him. Wouldn’t everyday life with the King be boring? There would be responsibilities placed upon my shoulders, responsibilities I did not want. I knew joining with Him would be wonderful, but I just didn’t want to join him yet!

Then, suddenly, I am before Him. The great King comes down from his throne, and comes to me. Already, my soul feels the pleasure that will come from being with Him.

He dismisses his men with a nod, but never takes His eyes off of me.

(Oh, to be loved like this!)

He reaches out to me then, aglow with His power and His love, to gently touch my cheek. “Why, ma petite?” He asks me.

At first, I cannot look at Him, and then I can no longer avoid Him, and I then open my eyes – my soul – to His gaze. With just that one look, He can see all my emotion; my fear, my projections, my self-will. And a moment pauses, as He takes this in.

Then, He asks me again, “why? Are you not mine?” The mixing pain, shame, and love, is too much for me to take, and I close my eyes.

Then I awake.

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Jeremiah 7:10, KJV
“I the LORD search the heart, I try the reins, even to give every man according to his ways, and according to the fruit of his doings.”

Deuteronomy 13:4, KJV “Ye shall walk after the LORD your God, and fear him, and keep his commandments, and obey his voice, and ye shall serve him, and cleave unto him.”

1 Samuel 12:24, KJV “Only fear the LORD, and serve him in truth with all your heart: for consider how great [things] he hath done for you.”

Jeremiah 29:11-13, KJV “For I know the thoughts that I think toward you, saith the LORD, thoughts of peace, and not of evil, to give you an expected end. Then shall ye call upon me, and ye shall go and pray unto me, and I will hearken unto you. And ye shall seek me, and find [me], when ye shall search for me with all your heart.”

Revelation 22:4, “they will see His face, and His name will be on their foreheads.”

Luke 10:2, KJV “Therefore said he unto them, The harvest truly [is] great, but the labourers [are] few: pray ye therefore the Lord of the harvest, that he would send forth labourers into his harvest.”


Illegal Papers

Another dream from the same child as the previous posting…
The authorities were going from house to house in America,
Searching the premises for illegal paper.

Each home was only allowed so many pages of print-outs and loose papers. Their contents were checked to see if they were acceptable or not.

Anything printed off the internet was strictly controlled and forbidden.

Print outs of bank statements or on line orders for products were somewhat allowed, (allowed but frowned upon; don’t you want to save the trees?,) and you were limited as to how many you could keep at one time.

Anything that came from a blog page or on line news web site, was strictly forbidden. It didn’t matter if the subject matter was benign or not. No matter what, no copies of this stuff was allowed at all. It was considered to be contraband and was treated as such.

Only actual traditionally bound books from accepted publishers were allowed, and even the titles of those were closely scrutinized, especially if the books were older ones.

The authorities made notes of what they found in people’s homes, and this was filed in their reports for next time.

If the officers found any contraband illegal papers, they would be confiscated and the owner would then be fined.
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“Behold, the days come, saith the Lord God, that I will send a famine in the land, not a famine of bread, nor a thirst for water, but of hearing the words of the Lord:
And they shall wander from sea to sea, and from the north even to the east, they shall run to and fro to seek the word of the Lord, and shall not find it.” (Amos 8:11-12, KJV)
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Living In Fear Of My Daughter

A dream…

(This was given to me many months after the dream one of my kids had that I’ve shared in my previous post. See

I was a mother of a teenage girl, who was maybe fourteen or fifteen years old.

She looked like Amy Farafouler from the TV show called “The Big Bang”. But she wasn’t actually as smart,
She just acted like she was.

She had been sent home from school,
Along with all the others,
To go live with her family full time,
As the schools themselves had closed up,
Because they no longer had the funding and the supplies to keep them all open.

This girl,
Had been mostly brought up in the public school system,
(having spent her weekly days there,)
And was loyal to the system and the government, as taught by her teachers, and supported by her peers.
But now, suddenly, she was home with me.

I was still expected, somehow,
To be able to suddenly change where her loyalties lay,
And transfer that dependency on me.

But it didn’t work.

I was expected by the government,
To simply continue on the best that I could,
In continuing her devotion to the Government.

I was given full responsibility for her and her behavior,
But had no power to enforce anything.

Spanking of any form was outlawed,
And the only thing I had to help, perhaps,
To cause her to obey me,
Was the possible withholding of treats or presents.
(But even that was starting to be frowned upon by the government.)

We were told to go to a meeting of some kind,
And it reminded me of a church building and meeting,
For there were benches to sit on,
And those there in the audience, had to remain silent, and listen to the speaker talk.

Economic punishments were handed out
To those parents who had kids that interrupted the talks.

Mine just had to be one of the worst offenders in our little area.

She would whisper and talk to her friends sitting next to her,
And even laugh out loud, without any regard to the speaker,
Or others around her. She knew this would shame me.

I tried to go over and whisper to her to be quiet,
But she would then respond to me loudly,
Claiming that I was trying to talk to her about unimportant things unrelated to the service, and that “now was not the time.”

I was so mad at her, that I wanted to slap her, but knew I could not.

I threatened her, by telling her that I would withhold the treat I had set aside for her and give it to her younger brother instead, but she ignored me.

She kept on being loud and interrupting the service,
So I tried again to have her be silent,
By repeating my admonition.
She tried to get up, as if she was going to move away from me to sit farter away, but I held on to her tightly by the arm.
She yanked her arm from my grip,
But sat back down in her seat.
She then began to talk even louder to her friend next to her,
Laughing at something her friend had said,
And I reached behind her neck and grabbed a few hairs to hold on to, as she again struggled to get away from me.

Loosing a few strands of hair did nothing to stop her.

After the service,
As we piled up into my car to go back home,
I could hear my daughter talking to her friends
About how bad of a mother I was,
And if she should go ahead and make up a situation about me and her,
and then file a report on me with the authorities.

I sighed, and suddenly, as we were all driving home,
I seen my future with my daughter stretch out before me.
I’d be living in fear of my daughter, and of what she might do next to get at me.

It was quite unpleasant.

But what could I do?

I sighed again,
And began to count the days
Till she would move out on her own…


I then woke up.

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