A Day In The Life Of Dunamis

A Day In The Life Of Dunamis

My day started out slow and peaceful. My doctor’s appointment wasn’t for a little while yet, so I thought to do some shopping before hand. I went to K-Mart to see if they had my favorite shorts in, but all they had there were capris. While I was there, I seen an older lady with a nice top on. I heard the Lord’s voice within me tell me that she needed to hear what I thought about it, so I smiled to her, and told her that I liked her top she was wearing. She looked surprised at first, but then I could see relief in her eyes, as she smiled back at me and said thank you.

When I got done at K-Mart, I drove over to WalMart. At the corner I seen a mother and her child sitting along side of the road, holding up a white sign that said “Please help”, and something else that I could not read. The Lord spoke to me then, and said “I want you to help her.” I was surprised at this, for often times the Lord tells me to bypass those who do this, for often they are really not in need and are just out to try and scam you for some easy money.

So I made a mental note to stop by when I finished my shopping.

I went in to WalMart, to see if I could find a floral arrangement for a woman who had suggested one of my sons for a job opening she had heard of. The Lord was telling me that I should buy her some flowers as a way of saying thank you. I sensed cut flowers was not the thing, and that a potted plant would be much better.

So I went out into their outdoor garden area to look for one. The roses looked sad, as did many of the other plants, but their petunias looked fresh and bright. But this woman just did not strike me as a petunia kind of person. So I kept looking, hoping to find something I could give to her.  Intead, I found myself being followed by a pair of black colored birds whose eyes are rimmed with a thin white line. Whenever and wherever I moved, they did as well. They stayed about an arms reach from me, and chatting at me as if they were trying to get my attention. I finally stopped to talk to it, and asked them what they wanted from me. They would move their neck up and down, and then quickly snap their beaks open and shut as if they were eating something. “They’re hungry,” the Lord told me.

“There isn’t anything for them to eat around here?” I asked Him.

But just then the Lord told me that I had to get moving, for I was running out of time.

So I went back inside, and found some pretty orchids that were affordable. I sensed from the Lord that these would do. So I bought the healthiest one they had, a pretty deep purple colored one, and drove to the doctor’s office.

When the secretary called my name, I stood up and told her that these flowers were for her, as a thank you for suggesting my son for the job opening. She exclaimed that she just loves orchids, (she told me she has a collection of them on her windowsill,) and that she does not have this color already.

I was thankful to discover that I had purchased wisely. I thanked Jesus for His help in finding them.

After the appointment, I sensed that it was not yet time for me to go home yet, so I sat in the car until the Lord spoke to me.

“I want you to go back to WalMart.”

“Oh, I replied, “You want me to feed something to the birds?”

“I want you to go back to where that woman was and give to her.”

He seen into my heart, and knew of my reluctance to go back to her. So often I avoid such people, (at least in this area,) because they usually liars out to scam you.

“So you would feed the birds but not the person?”

Then I knew that I was indeed hearing from the Lord, and it was not just my imagination.

So I drove back over to WalMart, and sure enough, she and her son was still there. I went up to her, and handed her all I had in my wallet, which was only about twenty five dollars and some cents. I seen the full sign then. They were looking for a place to rent. I held out the money to her, and said “The Lord told me you needed this.” She took the money gladly, and said to me “God bless you!” I was surprised at this, for I could hear the faint Indian accent in her voice. (The Lord reminded me that not all who are from India are pagans, and that He has believers even there.) I told her that I would pray for them to find a place to stay. She seemed very thankful, especially for the prayers. I prayed for her right then and there.

I then got back into the car, and asked the Lord where I should go next. He told me to go back to the garden center at WalMart, and feed the birds, for it was now their turn.

I laughed.

“Why do you laugh?” He asked me. “I take care of them just as I do you.”

I then remembered the piece of scripture that spoke of the Lord feeding the birds and dressing the lily. Nowhere did it say that the Lord always does it without ever using man to help Him.

So I drove back to the garden center.

I heard that pair of birds again, crying out, and prowling the parking lot for a speck of food to eat. Their cries bothered me, for I could hear how upset they were. (After raising chickens for so many years, one becomes attune to a bird’s panic cry.)

I could see that there was nothing in sight for them.

Walking into the store, I seen one of the workers there. “All those birds out there,” I said to her, “They have nothing to eat.”

She laughed and said, “Yes. Did they swoop down and dive bomb you too?”

“No,” I said. “They just followed me wherever I went.”

A customer called out for her help, so I left her and then asked the Lord what I should get to feed them. (I had checked for something in my purse or car, but both came up empty.) I thought of buying them some crackers, but the Lord told me, “No. Get them some bird seed. They need the health that comes from real seeds.”

He guided me back to where they had some, and I found the cheapest bag they had there. $2.95

I could afford that. (At the moment we are watching our pennies very closely, and do not have much to spare. But I knew I could cover that cost easily.)

I went to pay for the bird seed, and the lady I had spoken to earlier was the cashier. “So you’re really going to go out there and feed those birds?” (I could tell she thought I was one of those unfortunates who had lost their mind.)

But all I said to her was “Yes.”

I didn’t put the seed in the garden center directly; I sensed that the workers would only sweep it all away. So I went outside the garden center, and spread handfuls of it on the parking lot and side areas. At first the birds flew off, thinking that I was throwing something at them, but when they realized it was food, they came back and began to eat. Their chirps seemed calmer now, without the jarring panic that was in them earlier.

“Where to next, Lord?”

“The Dollar Store.”

Ah yes. The boys were asking for more of their favorite beverages that I get from that store. (Martinelli’s sparkling white grape juice.)  So I drove there and began to shop. I found a few items there, but not the drinks. They were sold out.

As I was leaving, I seen an older man choosing a helium balloon for a child.

The Lord said “Rex.”

I thought for a moment and said “yes, he does kind of look like Rex, doesn’t he?”

I then went out to my car, and put my purchases in the car. I was trying to decide if I should use the lady’s room before driving home, or if I could wait.

“Go to the ladies room,” the Lord told me.

So I went back into the store, and as I was walking back to the bathrooms, a voice stopped me.

That man that I thought looked like Rex, was actually Rex, and he was obviously wanting to talk to me. This surprised me, for we were not really friends, just  acquaintances. I had met him at one of the local churches.

So I stopped to chat with him.

Poor Rex has been going through a really hard time. A few weeks back, his fiancée killed herself by taking prescription drugs, drinking vodka, and then soaking in the tub. She slipped under the water and never came up again. Rex had found her in the morning, and the horror of it has not yet left him. Now, weeks after the funeral and memorial services, Rex finds he is struggling to just keep going. He tells me of his emotions, anger at God for taking her so,…or was it really her time to go or not?, and the overwhelming grief that still hits him suddenly, whenever something reminds him of her.

After listening and paraphrasing the best I could, I told him that I thought that satan had something to do with it all, for I felt it was satan that got her to start drinking again. You see, his fiancée was an alcoholic that had just recently started drinking again. When Rex had asked her why she had started drinking again after so many years of sobriety, she told him that it wasn’t that big of a deal, and that it didn’t affect anyone else but her. (How wrong she was! She leaves behind several children who are left with lots of anger towards God. Her drinking ended up affecting a lot of people outside herself.)

He mentioned yet again of his strong emotions, and how they can be so overwhelming in their strength. “But that’s just the normal way of grieving, I guess.” He said.

Then I told him of a time when I had wanted to show my children how upset I was over something, so I had started to cry. Then I found I could not stop crying. I cried for the entire day, and finally I went to the Lord and He told me to cast out the demon of crying. I told him that I had felt silly doing so, but as soon as I did, I stopped crying. So yes, our emotions are real, yet satan can come in and up the ante and make them much stronger than they normally would be on their own.

I sensed he did not want to hear this, for he gave me an odd look and then changed the topic. (His response puzzled me, for I knew that he understood well about demons and how they can affect believer’s lives.) All I could do, was hope and pray that he would remember it the next time his grief overwhelmed him, and that he would follow the example and cast out the demon of grief in Jesus name.

After chatting for over a half an hour, I said goodbye to Dave and went back out to the car. I was about to just drive home, when the Lord stopped me, and told me that I had missed calls on my phone. So I checked my cell phone and found that I had missed two calls from my kids. Turns out that the dinner they were cooking (a new recipe one of my kids wanted to try,) had some things in it that my other boys and I can not have. So I asked the Lord what I should do, and He told me to go to a restaurant that I had not gone to in a while.

There I placed my order and waited for it to be cooked. The owner came out to say hello and talk with me. Turns out she no longer has a husband, and she still has her three young children and a restaurant to run. She asked me why she had not seen us in a while. I told her that we didn’t have that kind of money just yet. “But we soon will, I am sure. The Lord takes care of His own.”

“Sometimes” she tells me in a whisper, “I just have to tell my kids that we can not go out and do things, for we too do not have the money right now.”

At this point, I couldn’t help but wonder if the Lord wanted me to give her some money as well. But He told me no. “She just needed your business, and I gave it to her.”

After all this, I drove home, and ate dinner.

I was still sore from the doctor’s visit, and I had an odd feeling that satan was increasing my pain, so I went to one of my boys and asked him to bless me with the blessed olive oil. The moment the oil touched me, the pain went away. Thank you Jesus!

I then went to the computer to write this entry.

I must admit, this is not a typical day in my life. On this day, I was ‘in the zone’ with the Lord. Oh how wonderful it is when this happens!

I pray that you too, dear reader, will hear the voice of the Lord Jesus Christ within you, and that you be filled with His Holy Spirit…

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Matthew 6:26 Behold the fowls of the air: for they sow not, neither do they reap, nor gather into barns; yet your heavenly Father feedeth them. Are ye not much better than they?

Matthew 6:28-30 And why take ye thought for raiment? Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow; they toil not, neither do they spin: And yet I say unto you, That even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these. Wherefore, if God so clothe the grass of the field, which to day is, and to morrow is cast into the oven, shall he not much more clothe you, O ye of little faith?

Ephesians 5:18 – And be not drunk with wine, wherein is excess; but be filled with the Spirit;

1 Corinthians 12:13 – For by one Spirit are we all baptized into one body, whether [we be] Jews or Gentiles, whether [we be] bond or free; and have been all made to drink into one Spirit.

John 10:27 – My sheep hear my voice, and I know them, and they follow me:

Matthew 10:28 – And fear not them which kill the body, but are not able to kill the soul: but rather fear him which is able to destroy both soul and body in hell.

Ephesians 6:11 – Put on the full armor of God, so that you will be able to stand firm against the schemes of the devil.

2 Timothy 2:26 – and they may come to their senses and escape from the snare of the devil, having been held captive by him to do his will.

John 10:10 – The thief cometh not, but for to steal, and to kill, and to destroy: I am come that they might have life, and that they might have it more abundantly.

Thinking Of Leaving Your Spouse?

I Had a dream the other night.

This was a dream, where me and my husband separated shortly after we were married.

I went to New York City, met another high fashion artist, (he could have been an actual sculptor or painter artist, I’m not sure.) We got married and stayed together for a few years, and then we separated. During this time, I became an unbeliever. After the trial separation period, we divorced.

I then went from long-term relationship to long-term relationship, each one lasting a few months to a few years. In some of the instances, I married them, and then divorced them.

I was great at matchmaking all my friends, (I had good enough friends to call them my ‘sisters’,) but wasn’t so great at it when it came to myself.

In my latest relationship, we had taken a break from each other, (Which is how my marriage to my first husband ended, by the way,) and I was in a nice upscale apartment in New York city, a high rise of some kind, close to the financial district. I was unpacking, and wondering why I always ended up by myself, and dancing around in my apartment, singing to a song called “Bad Case Of Loving You” by George Palmer, from 1979.

A hot summer night, fell like a net
I’ve gotta find my baby yet
I need you to soothe my head
Turn my blue heart to red

Doctor, doctor give me the news
I’ve got a bad case of loving you
No pill’s gonna cure my ill
I’ve got a bad case of loving you

A pretty face don’t make no pretty heart
I learned that buddy, from the start
You think I’m cute, a little bit shy
Momma, I ain’t that kind of guy

Doctor, doctor give me the news
I’ve got a bad case of loving you
No pill’s gonna cure my ill
I’ve got a bad case of loving you

Woo oohh

I know you like it, you like it on top
Tell me momma are you gonna stop

You had me down, 21 to zip
Smile of Judas on your lip
Shake my fist, knock on wood
I’ve got it bad and I’ve got it good

Doctor, doctor give me the news
I’ve got a bad case of loving you
No pill’s gonna cure my ill
I’ve got a bad case of loving you

(In the dream, when the song said ” I know you like it, you like it on top”, this was not meant to be sexual, but was instead a comment of how the person always liked to be in control and on top of things in a relationship.)

I could see my reflection in the mirror, and knew that I looked good. I was slim and trim, and still had no gray hair. (Though I could have colored it.)

I was wondering how long it would be, before meeting someone new, (I was still ever full of hope of meeting the ‘right’ guy,) when I caught the eye, of another man from across the apartment complex; another high rise apartment owner, looking for love as I was. I smiled back at him and knew then it would not be long.

Years later, out with one of my ‘sisters’, we were talking and trying to find out why no relationship of mine ever lasts very long.

The last one I had before my current one, lasted eight months. The one I was, again, taking a break from, was a little over seven months long.

While we were out, we seen both of these men. At this point, I was just as familiar to the older one as I was to the newer one. I kissed the older one, and he asked me if I realized how long it had been since I had kissed him and hugged him. I said no. “Eight months”, he replied. I grabbed his arm and asked him to go to dinner with me and my friend. He went, cause that was the kind of guy he was; somewhat shy, with a true heart. (Like my first husband.) My friend then seen my current boyfriend, (well, at least the most recent one,) and pulled him aside and managed to cajole him into joining us. He didn’t really want to, for he was trying to ‘take a break from me,’ like we had agreed to do.

We all sat down in the restaurant, and began to talk about the problem of my relationships going nowhere. The guy who I had been with in the past, was solid and dependable, but was too staid and unexciting for me. (He was thinking of getting everyone to sign a petition in his neighborhood, to try and fix the water quality. That was as exciting as he got.) My friend, my ‘sister’ said she’d take my cast-off any day, and proceeded to hook up with him. They ended up getting married and living happily ever after.

I soon realized through this talk, that I still had a deep seated fear of loved ones leaving me, and the moment I would feel like something was not quite right, (at the first sign of a problem,) I would go ahead and leave them, just as my first husband had left me all those years ago. I would leave them before they could leave me, and before I could get any closer to them. It was just as I used to do when I was little, when I’d suddenly find out that we were moving again. I’d break it off with all my friends as soon as I heard, for I didn’t want to get any closer to them and thereby get hurt even more.

Deep down inside, I knew that I was still in love with my first husband. Like the song said, ‘I had a bad case of loving you’. But I knew that he would never take me back.

My current boyfriend and I, decided to get married and stay married. But the marriage seemed like it was always missing something. We had no children. It was in no way shape or form like my marriage to my first husband. It lacked depth. It lacked that soul bonding closeness.

It lacked God.

I woke up then, my heart pounding, realizing, that if my husband had left me, back in New York, like he almost did, I would have never really known God. Jesus would have become just a legend or a fairy tale to me, without any real substance to hold on to in times of trouble.

I also knew, without doubt, I would have ended up in hell.

After I got up, I could still hear George Palmer’s song running through my head. I quickly put on some praise and worship music, and begin praising my God at the top of my lungs, and thanking Him for keeping me and my husband together…

THANK YOU JESUS CHIRST OF NAZARETH!

(And thank you my wonderful husband, for staying married to me and being faithful to me all these years!)

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I know these pieces of scripture can be painful, yet they are still there in the New Testament, and not something we should simply cast aside to pander to our feelings of discomfort. There are some real truths in these. I sense that they may be describing a simple unchangeable fact, and not just giving a basic ‘do not do this’ command…

Mark 10:2-12 (KJV)
And the Pharisees came to him, and asked him, Is it lawful for a man to put away his wife? tempting him. And he answered and said unto them, What did Moses command you? And they said, Moses suffered to write a bill of divorcement, and to put her away. And Jesus answered and said unto them, For the hardness of your heart he wrote you this precept. But from the beginning of the creation God made them male and female. For this cause shall a man leave his father and mother, and cleave to his wife; And they twain shall be one flesh: so then they are no more twain, but one flesh. What therefore God hath joined together, let not man put asunder. And in the house his disciples asked him again of the same matter. And he saith unto them, Whosoever shall put away his wife, and marry another, committeth adultery against her. And if a woman shall put away her husband, and be married to another, she committeth adultery. (See also Matthew 19:3-12.)

Matthew 5:31-32 (KJV)
It hath been said, Whosoever shall put away his wife, let him give her a writing of divorcement: But I say unto you, That whosoever shall put away his wife, saving for the cause of fornication, causeth her to commit adultery: and whosoever shall marry her that is divorced committeth adultery. (See also Luke 16:18.)

1 Corinthians 7:39
“A woman is bound to her husband as long as he lives. But if her husband dies, she is free to marry anyone she wishes, but he must belong to the Lord.”

Romans 7:2-3 (KJV)
For the woman which hath an husband is bound by the law to her husband so long as he liveth; but if the husband be dead, she is loosed from the law of her husband. So then if, while her husband liveth, she be married to another man, she shall be called an adulteress: but if her husband be dead, she is free from that law; so that she is no adulteress, though she be married to another man.

1 Corinthians 7:1-2, 6-16 (KJV)
Now concerning the things whereof ye wrote unto me: It is good for a man not to touch a woman. Nevertheless, to avoid fornication, let every man have his own wife, and let every woman have her own husband.
But I speak this by permission, and not of commandment. For I would that all men were even as I myself. But every man hath his proper gift of God, one after this manner, and another after that. I say therefore to the unmarried and widows, it is good for them if they abide even as I. But if they cannot contain, let them marry: for it is better to marry than to burn. And unto the married I command, yet not I, but the Lord, Let not the wife depart from her husband: But and if she depart, let her remain unmarried or be reconciled to her husband: and let not the husband put away his wife. But to the rest speak I, not the Lord: If any brother hath a wife that believeth not, and she be pleased to dwell with him, let him not put her away. And the woman which hath an husband that believeth not, and if he be pleased to dwell with her, let her not leave him. For the unbelieving husband is sanctified by the wife, and the unbelieving wife is sanctified by the husband: else were your children unclean; but now are they holy. But if the unbelieving depart, let him depart. A brother or a sister is not under bondage in such cases: but God hath called us to peace. For what knowest thou, O wife, whether thou shalt save thy husband? or how knowest thou, O man, whether thou shalt save thy wife?

Hebrews 13:4
Marriage should be honored by all, and the marriage bed kept pure, for God will judge the adulterer and all the sexually immoral.

1 Corinthians 6:18 (KJV)
Flee fornication. Every sin that a man doeth is without the body; but he that committeth fornication sinneth against his own body.

Merriam-Webster defines fornication as: ‘consensual sexual intercourse between two persons not married to each other’.
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I can understand why Jesus would say this. Divorce is painful. There is a strong bond that is made, with the first person you marry, that is not so easily broken. And fornication brings in some nasty demons. These demons are shared with each other within the marital bond. (The two have become one.) By allowing divorce from someone who can not remain faithful to their marriage, Jesus was protecting them from repeated severe demonic infestations.

Please know, I do not say these things lightly. It took a lot of persuasion from the Lord to even post this article. I know how uncomfortable it makes people. If not themselves, then everyone seems to know someone else who has gone through a divorce and then gotten remarried again.

I do know how difficult it can be, to live with an abusive spouse. I grew up watching my father physically abuse my mother. (She did not know about casting out demons.) Yet please note; even physical abuse is not given as a permissible reason to divorce your spouse. Jesus DID however, teach us to cast out any demons troubling us in His name. (If not cast out, at least bind up.) In my experience, violent demons are ALWAYS the cause of spousal abuse, and they can be removed. So, get yourself to a safe place, and then get rid of the demons but keep your spouse!

For a piece of insight on how satan can work between two people, see: https://dreamsofdunamis.wordpress.com/2012/02/10/this-is-satan-attacking-us/

The Holy Spirit has told me, that there is someone out there reading this, who is thinking of leaving (or will be thinking of leaving,) their spouse. I pray that you do not. I pray that you find a way to cast out any demons that have come between you and your spouse, and to stay close to the Holy Spirit’s leading. Shalom; He WILL bring you peace!

Discerning Whether These Dreams Are From The Lord

I have had a question posted by a man named Mike, (on the post before this one: https://dreamsofdunamis.wordpress.com/2012/08/06/four-more-dreams-and-visions-that-have-come-to-pass/,) that deserves to be shared with all the readers of this blog. (I still plan to post a regular blog entry within the next two days.) 

Mike asks: “how are you determining or ‘discerning’ whether these dreams are from the Lord? just if they come true?”

Many of these dreams and visions have come true, and as this is to be a sign amongst the believers, to discern if this is really a Word coming from the Lord or not, I felt it worthwhile to note. (It was, after all, how our family first noticed them!) However this method of discernment does not work well for those believers who receive the dreams. We have found that much more is needed.  

Jesus, through the Holy Spirit, usually tells us if it is from Him or not. This is usually then confirmed through another believer. The ones given to us from satan always has something about them that doesn’t seem…clean somehow. It is hard to describe. Sometimes we can see or hear the demons in the dream, which tells us that the evil one was behind it. If we sense that it is an attack from satan, we will cast it out in the name of Jesus Christ of Nazareth, and ask the Lord to remove the memory of the dream. There have been a few times, when this did not erase the memory of the dream, and the Lord would let us know that there was something we needed to learn from it, usually pertaining to spiritual warfare, that we had to deal with first. Of course, the ones that have the discernable presence of God in them, (for example, seeing God’s Holy angels or hearing the voice of the Lord,) are the easy ones to discern. Often times, the Lord would not let the one who had the dream, forget about it, until it was shared and written down.

 As I’ve said before, some of the last dreams that I’ve posted, (and the next one due in a day or two,) were to show to others the different kinds of dreams our family has experienced. Ours can not be the only family who has been given such gifts of spiritual discernment! There must be others out there who are also experiencing such dreams, and visions, for in Joel 2:28-32 and again in Acts 2:15-21, the scriptures claim that “…It shall come to pass afterward, that I will pour out my spirit upon all flesh; and your sons and your daughters shall prophesy, your old men shall dream dreams, your young men shall see visions, and also upon the servants and upon the handmaids in those days will I pour out my spirit.” My children have come to believe that they are but amongst the first numbered of those who will be given these gifts, and that these gifts will be given out more and more as the end of days grow nearer. (See also Ephesians 4:11-12.) And since scriptures also state that we “…know in part, and we prophesy in part,” and that “we see through a glass darkly,” (1 Corinthians 13:9 and 12,) we need the body of Christ to help us all function as a whole, just as Romans 12:4-8 and 1 Corinthians 12:12-27 says. For this reason, I have been told to share them and not hold them back, for there may come one who may need the sharing of these experiences. 

Yes, the ones on Michael Jackson and Whitney Houston confused us all on why they were given, (they seemed so worldly,) yet the Lord has used them to convict others in our family, not to simply ignore such odd prophetic dreams, but to share them with each other, and for us to bring them to God in prayer. (You certainly don’t want to ignore God if they were from Him, and you don’t want to ignore it if it was from satan – he needs to be firmly cast out in Jesus name!) However odd these dreams may seem, no evil was sensed in those two dreams. Both the Michael Jackson dream and the Whitney Houston dream simply revealed that something ‘of the world’ was going to have an effect upon the world. To those who are so spiritually sensitive, such an upset amongst the populace can have a disturbing effect on the senses. (For example, the day before 9-11 was EXTREMELY hard on us!) Letting them know before hand what it was, and to not let it affect them, was a blessing. It was also sensed that their death was another small step towards a kind of ‘paradigm shift’ (defined in our family, as a demonic bondage of a large group of people,) towards the ‘N.W.O.’ (How, we do not know.) The Michael Jackson one showed us that some of these dreams and visions can be actual mini-clips of future events. (I had been wondering at that time if they were, or if they were just symbolic.)

The visions of earthquake/tsunami destruction, is teaching my family that besides sharing (whatever it is that we have to share,) the purpose in the dream might also be to pray for those who might be affected by such destruction, like Sarah, another believer, had suggested in her response to my posting.  (Thank you Sarah for your comment!)

The Lord always helps us work through these experiences; I am VERY thankful to Him that He has never left us nor forsaken us. Glory always to Jesus Christ of Nazareth!

May we all remain in Him through these end times,
C. Dunamis