Asking God to wake me up for important dreams seemed like a great idea at the time… until I found myself wide awake at 4 a.m.—three times in one night! By the last wake-up, my mind was racing, and there was no going back to sleep.
The first dream didn’t seem all that important:
I was at a potluck or party, something that felt like a work event, though I didn’t recognize anyone. Everyone was dressed in black, though it wasn’t a funeral. The odd part? I was in pants, while all the other women wore dresses. When I looked down at myself, my form seemed mannish, unfamiliar.
At some point, I realized I had forgotten to bring a dish, so I grabbed someone else’s bag of tortilla chips and another item, setting them on a table outside on the patio. There were two patios—one on the left, one on the right—and both were set up identically, mirroring each other.
I woke up at that moment, and the tortilla chips made me laugh—I had served tacos and chips for dinner the night before and was proud of myself for not eating any. Clearly, my subconscious still wanted some!
Then came the second wake-up. This time, it wasn’t a dream but a single, bold word in my mind:
“INTERNATIONAL.”
I fell back asleep and woke up again—this time, with a clear Scripture reference in my spirit:
"Therefore, since we are surrounded by such a great cloud of witnesses, let us throw off everything that hinders and the sin that so easily entangles, and let us run with perseverance the race marked out for us." —Hebrews 12:1
I looked up the rest of the chapter, and verses 2 and 3 stood out the most:
"Let us fix our eyes on Jesus, the author and perfecter of our faith, who for the joy set before him endured the cross, scorning its shame, and sat down at the right hand of the throne of God. Consider him who endured such opposition from sinful men, so that you will not grow weary and lose heart." —Hebrews 12:2-3
Fix our eyes on Jesus.
Do not grow weary.
Do not lose heart.
The word “international” brought another dream to mind—one I hadn’t written down.
The Packing Dream
I was in a vacation-style hotel or motel room, the kind with a kitchen included. I had been there for a while, but now it was time to leave, so I started packing up the dishes I had brought. The problem? They were mixed in with the hotel’s dishes and those of other people, and I was struggling to figure out which ones were mine.
The dishes themselves were a mixture of different shapes, sizes, colors, and styles. It felt like I had started and stopped packing multiple times without making any real progress.
Then the next scene shifted: NL and EC were in the kitchen with me. NL was washing dishes at the sink while EC and I were on the floor packing. But even with their help, I still couldn’t figure out which dishes were mine, so I never actually packed anything.
As NL washed, he wasn’t paying attention, talking to us while facing away from the sink. I suddenly heard the sound of running water coming from behind the cabinets. When I stopped to listen, I realized it was leaking through a hole between the wall and the cupboards, coming from the pot NL was washing. For some reason, this felt significant, though I didn’t know why.
The dream ended with a sense of urgency—I needed to catch a flight, and because I was traveling so far away, the process would take a long time. I needed to get to the airport early, and I remember thinking about needing my passport.
Decoding the Message
The packing aspect caught my attention because I had recently committed to trusting God about whether or not to physically pack up and move. But in the dream, nothing actually got packed—I was stuck in uncertainty. Was this a message from God? Was I supposed to pack or not?
As I wrote everything out, I wondered if the temporary housing in the dream was actually our current home. Both Tom and I had sensed that this house wasn’t permanent, but we had no idea how long we’d be here.
And then, there was the Acts Bible study from the past Sunday—an evening that left a deep impact on me.
The Call to Fast and the Brokenhearted
The study ended with a discussion about what to do next, since the group was getting too big for the current hosts. That’s when CA felt prompted by the Holy Spirit to pray over several people.
She laid hands on a few ladies, then turned to D and declared “FAST, FAST, FAST”, clapping her hands with each word. Though she meant it as “quickly”, I heard it differently—a clear call from God for me to fast.
Then, she turned to me.
She touched my arm and said “Brokenhearted”—twice.
Then she moved on to Tom, speaking about intercession, saying he would be used by God to deliver men from bondage. But after finishing with him, she came back to me and repeated “Brokenhearted” again.
After lunch, BA sat next to me and confirmed what had just happened, saying he believed CA’s word over me was spot on. He encouraged me to pray for the revelatory gifts—Words of Knowledge, Words of Wisdom, and Discernment of Spirits—for the ministry.
This took me back to our dinner with J and D. D had casually mentioned that I had a gift and ministry for the brokenhearted. Before CA’s word, no one had ever said that to me in those exact words.
That sealed it.
Stepping into Obedience
I felt a strong conviction to fast, so I set aside March 22nd through the 29th. The first day was a Saturday, and I decided to fast from both food and words for that day alone. MC had suggested a silent fast before, and I figured it was time to see what God would do with it.
Then, as I wrote out the dates, I realized something, March 22nd would be my 28th birthday as a Christian. What a perfect day to begin this fast!
Ok, I think that is it for now… It is now only 8am so I will dive into the Word and see what God has for me today :)
Insert 2022 - Linda: At the time of the "International" word I thought for sure I was going to need a passport because the Lord was taking me somewhere! But as of today, I still don't have a passport and haven't traveled outside of the US. Funny how dreams can be either literal, symbolic or just plain RANDOM, lol!
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