Cotton Balls

Cotton Balls

I used to question God, as to why He would give me a child like my oldest son. After all, I figured, how can he be of any use to God or anyone, with his hyper, anti-social, extreme ADHD behavior?

But then one day, when he was about seven years old, right before he was supposed to get on the bus to go to his special school for the handicapped, (this was before I decided to home school him,) he decided he just HAD to have cotton balls. He put up a huge fuss and refused to get on the bus, (I couldn’t even carry him onto the bus because of his kicking and screaming,) until he had some cotton balls.

I began to cry, and wondered if he had really lost it this time, and had gone completely crazy. But finally, I found him some cotton balls, and he walked onto the bus.

When he came home from school that day, I asked him (in one of his odd moments of calm,) why he had wanted the cotton balls. He told me he wanted to give them to his friend on the bus. (I figured he really WAS crazy then.) But something inside me made me ask why. “I wanted to show Steven what clouds were like.”

I frowned. “But son,” I said, using my ‘you-should-know-better’ voice, “you didn’t need cotton balls to show him that. He can just look up into the sky to see what they’re like.”

But he gave me an exasperated sigh. “No mom, he can’t,” he said. “Steven’s blind.”

And from that moment on, despite what all the experts were telling me, I knew that God must have a plan for him in this world.

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This son is now in his late twenties and works for a major industrial company, and it has been many many years now since he has had those issues of extreme ADHD or anti-social behavior. Back then, the expert doctors called it ‘oppositional defiance disorder’, but in his case it turned out to be demons. Once they were cast out of him, (repeatedly,) his behavior returned to normal within a matter of weeks.

He wasn’t always a follower of Jesus, despite being home schooled. It wasn’t until he was in his late teens before he decided to follow Him.

It happened while watching the movie “Fireproof” with us. I looked over at him and seen that he was crying. He asked me, “don’t you see the angel with its hand upon my shoulders? He has just told me that I am on their side now.”

Hallelujah! The Lord had answered my prayer, and he had finally become a believer. And sure enough, from that moment on, his primary focus has been on what God wants him to do.

This is the son that can see into the unseen world through reflections, such as seeing demons or angels through a pane of glass or in a puddle of water. He has also been able to audibly hear them. This insight into the unseen world came about after he gave his live over to Jesus.

He has been feeling lonely. God has put the desire to have a family in him, so he is currently searching for his bride, and would love your prayers that he finds the one that the Lord wants him to have. So far the Lord has revealed to him that she will be a ‘ginger’, but hasn’t said much else about her.

Thank you for taking the time to read this and pray for my son.

May the Lord bless you and keep you in the palm of His hands,
C. Dunamis

He Too, Had the Same Dream

(See previous post for beginning.)

 

Another dream that same night…

 

I was a young woman, a believer, getting together with a group of friends to eat at a local restaurant. There was about six or so of us, sitting around the table, when another believer, a good friend of mine, leaned over towards me and asked me what was wrong. I thought of saying “nothing”, but knew this particular friend would not accept it for an answer. So in hushed tones, I told him about the horrible nightmare I had had the night before. I had dreamed that a nuclear bomb had gone off in the city. I witnessed those trying to escape it, and watched some of them die trying. It was so horrible that I hated to even mention it to anyone, it was that bad.

 

As I was telling my friend this, I watched as serious grief filled his eyes, and I then sensed what he was going to say, but hoped above all that he would not.

 

But he did. He waited till I had finished telling him about the dream, and then after a moment of silence, he told me that he too, had had the very same dream last night.

 

I couldn’t help it; I screamed out loud “no!”, causing everyone in the restaurant to turn and stare at me. I began to cry. The friends at my table wanted to know what I was so upset about, so I told them about the dream, and that my friend had had the same one on the same night. I knew that my friend understood what this meant; it meant that it would indeed happen one day, and that it was a warning that we had been given, so that we could prepare for it. He nodded in agreement with my words, but the other people with us thought we were crazy and over-reacting. One even tried to make a joke out of it. None of them besides my Christian friend, took me seriously.

 

I left that restaurant, with my heart aching for my friends, for I knew that they would not be ready when it happened.

 

Me and the other believing friend of mine decided to work together to prepare for what was coming. We left the city and began to gather up the supplies we thought we might need. But before we had finished getting everything we wanted, (though we had everything we needed,) the bomb went off.

 

Just as we had seen in our dreams, those who were still alive after the blast began walking away from the epicenter, some dropping as they walked. They were in a daze, and unable to think clearly. We watched as one woman broke into a gas station’s bathroom to steal the cheap toilet paper that was in it. She held it to her chest and acted as if it was gold.

 

I then woke up.

 

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What I have learned from these two dreams, is that:

1. Jesus can indeed save His children from the radiation of a nuclear bomb.
2. If a nuclear bomb will go off, a warning dream of the impending bomb will be given out to many of His children, to help warn them so they can prepare for it before hand.
3. If it will happen, it will happen in a city that is flat, and not nestled in between hills.
4. There were other safe places to go to; not all cities were hit with a bomb.

Jesus Could Save Them From the Radiation

A dream…

The dream began with a nuclear bomb of some kind suddenly going off. The bomb was many miles away from where I, (a young female adult believer,) stood. The area was very flat, with no hills around it to hide the city from view, so I could see the mushroom cloud quite clearly. The earth shook and trembled under its force, and I had to steady myself lest I fall. This explosion was not the white fluffy mushroom ones I had seen before on television; it was black and the mushroom part was deeply red colored instead. The sky was dark, though from the time of day or night or the bomb itself, I could not tell for sure. (I sensed it was night time.) The earth roiled and changed colors like smoldering coals in a fire, first charring everything black, then suddenly blowing back to life with red hot fire, before returning to the black color once again. This red fire rippled outwards like a pebble thrown in a pond, till the end of its reach left spots of black char among the untouched ground.

Then from among this vision, came a person, walking away from the bomb blast. She was followed by others, trickling in, trying to get as far away from the blast as they could. Some dropped and died as they walked, while the survivors kept walking, wanting so very badly to get as far away from it as possible, despite knowing that for them it was probably too late and that they also would end up dead.

God’s people reacted totally different to the devastation; they had the attitude that as they were not dead yet, they would keep serving and following God till they no longer could. Those Christians whose faith was weak, succumbed to the radiation and died. Those who believed that Jesus could save them from the radiation survived with no side effects from the radiation. It was as if they were somehow immune to it.

These Christian survivors tried to witness to others, and the way these believers remained in good health was a visual reminder of a miracle that could be theirs too, if they came to Christ. There were a few who turned to Christ and were saved, (from both the radiation and from hell,) but most turned away from the good news and died, for they simply could not bring themselves to believe in such a miracle or in the God that gave it to His children.

My heart ached to see those people die without Christ.

Farther out from the blast, people were panicking, and running to the stores to buy provisions. I found myself outside a Target store, looking at the long lines of people waiting for their turn to get in. Target employees were trying to keep the people in line and orderly. Many people were buying odd stuff, like masses of paper towels, that would not be of much use to them over the long haul. You could only buy as much as you could carry, for cars and other motorized transportation was not working. Walking was the only way to get from place to place.

You could tell who were the real believers and who were not, simply by the look on their faces. Those who were believers in Jesus Christ, had positive thoughts, and this was reflected outwards towards others. There was a peace about them that stood out from all the chaos around them. Those who were not believers were in shock, and walked around as if in a daze, unable to think clearly.

I was not able to tell how the people buying the stuff payed for it, or if it was simply given away to them. You still had to wait in long lines to check out your items, but even the watches on peoples arms had stopped working, so I did not know what other kind of mechanics had been left in working condition, to charge the people.

I woke up and felt both sad and hopeful over the dream. Sad that such a thing had happened, yet hopeful having witnessed the believers being immune to the radiation. I wondered if this was a warning dream, and I wondered if it might actually happen one day. I wondered if in the future I would get another dream to confirm this one.

I then went back to sleep.

 

(To be continued…)

 

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