I have been having some pretty interesting dreams lately—so much so that I’ve been digging into how to interpret them. The themes seem to repeat: horses, bathrooms, and lately, fire.
The bathroom dream was actually hilarious—three of us were praying on the floor of a public restroom, asking the Lord for discernment of spirits. One of the girls suddenly felt that we needed to pray against the spirit of “greeting cards”… and I blurted out, “So, we need to pray against the spirit of Hallmark!?” I woke up and started laughing out loud.
But last night’s dream was different. More impactful.
We had a great dinner with J and D last night, sharing what the Lord is doing and how the Holy Spirit is really working in our lives. We all felt like we are “new Christians” with all that God is doing in our lives lately.
We talked a lot about what happened with them when the Freedom Church pastor left and how it affected them and all the rumors and accusations that went flying around about them.
It is just so sad that all of that had to happen but, because of it, they are growing and maturing in wonderful ways!! They were baptized in the spirit and their daughter and son in law, R and J, got baptized in the spirit and they are growing in leaps and bounds now wonderful things are happening in their lives. It’s just another example of what the enemy meant for harm, the Lord turned it around for good.
After having dinner with J and D—talking about all that God has been doing—I prayed before bed, asking the Lord to wake me up if He wanted me to remember a dream. Something I learned while searching dream websites.
At 4 a.m., I woke up, dream still fresh in my mind:
D and I were talking and enjoying ourselves when I suddenly felt that something was very wrong. Then huge flakes of ash started falling from the sky. By their size, I knew there was a massive forest fire, and we were in the middle of it. We grabbed a sheet, covering ourselves from the heat and smoke. I thought about using a hose to keep it wet, but I don’t remember doing it. Then, when we felt the danger had passed, we peeked out.
What I saw amazed me—three newly built houses, untouched by the fire. They weren’t even scorched or singed. Instead, the fresh wood was damp, as if it had just been rained on. Somehow, I knew these houses belonged to J and D, R and J, and Tom and me.
As I pondered the dream, I recognized that fire is usually a symbol of testing and trials. The houses, I assumed, represented our lives and the new work God was doing. But it wasn’t until I sat down for my morning study that everything clicked.
One of the Scriptures listed was 1 Corinthians 3, and when I read the passage, I got major Holy Spirit goosebumps:
"Each one should be careful how he builds. For no one can lay any foundation other than the one already laid, which is Jesus Christ. If any man builds on this foundation using gold, silver, costly stones, wood, hay or straw, his work will be shown for what it is, because the Day will bring it to light. It will be revealed with fire, and the fire will test the quality of each man's work. If what he has built survives, he will receive his reward." —1 Corinthians 3:10-15
WOW. That was exactly what I had just dreamed! Our houses survived the fire!
I felt an overwhelming confirmation that the new work God is doing in our lives is righteous, true, and built on Him. The flames of testing will come, but if we build on His foundation, we will stand.
Thank you, Lord, for refining us, for preserving us, and for finishing what You started.
Amen.
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