It’s been a while since I posted anything. I have begun blog articles, but never finished them. This has been a growing season. A quiet season. Believe me, there has been a lot of ‘stuff,’ but some of it was almost too sacred to share. So it brings me joy to be able to share this. It is so fun. So love. So life. So GOD.
My daughter and I just returned from her high school choir trip to Winter Park, CO. It was a competition, yes, but mostly we were there to ski. Two tour busses, loaded down with valise, victuals and vocalists pulled out of the high school parking lot Wednesday evening, March 22nd, headed northwest to the mountains. I accompanied the group as a chaperone and commandeered the seat a little behind and to the far right of the driver, in the very front of Bus Number Two.
Now, any one of you who have survived that overnight bus ride from Texas to Colorado knows exactly what I am talking about. Even though I had two whole seats to myself, around 2am my 40+ year-old neck, back, shoulders and legs began to – well let’s just say I got about 3 hours of sleep that night. But I dreamed. Nothing is impossible with God.
Here is a snapshot from my dream journal. I wrote it during the night hours on the bus after I dreamed:
I am on the bus #2 right now, following bus #1 to CO with the choir. I just had a really wild dream. I dreamed that I was on bus #2, following behind bus #1. The road was like either a suspension bridge or the side of a cliff – or mountain – and was angled on such a diagonal that the busses were having a hard time not tipping over. Our driver mentioned something about the road and the busses not being able to drive very well. Sitting in front in bus #2, I watched as the bus #1’s back right wheel slid off the road and hit air, pulling the rest of the bus down, off the road, falling down into the chasm that the road was crossing. I thought to myself, “I bet our choir director is freaking out.” I continued to watch as a man with blonde hair exited the still-falling bus #1, flew underneath it, and, Superman-style, lifted the bus up, flew it out of the chasm and put it back on the road. He then flew back around to the door and entered the bus. I thought I should send the director a text to see if he and the students in that bus were ok. I woke up.
The thing that bothered me most about this dream was that my view in the dream was the exact same view that I had in the natural. From the front seat in Bus #2. I sent my husband a text, asking him to pray. And I prayed quietly in the spirit.
The rest of the trip was really wonderful. I was blessed with the opportunity to pray for a lot of kids. And chaperones. Hurt knees, exhaustion, headaches, fear of falling down green slopes (For real y’all. We’re from Texas). Each prayer intersected heaven with earth and brought a measure of Jesus’ love, shalom and True Identity to my fellow travelers. Oh Father, save this precious, treasured generation!
I didn’t see any evidence of the dream until the night we left Winter Park to travel back home. Here is another excerpt from my journal:
This was a prophetic dream. Saturday night, after the choirs had received their awesome competition awards in Winter Park, we all left in the two busses. Everyone was snowy, wet, and on a rocky-mountain high from sweeping the contest. The snow was really coming down and we still had to go over the pass. As we began to descend and wind down the mountain pass, the snow was so thick it was hard to see. Suddenly, the bus driver threw on the brakes, yelled out, “Hold on!” and our big tour bus skidded and slid in the snow toward the hairpin curve on the road. You could feel the breath being sucked out of everyone. I began quietly praying in tongues, knowing that angels had already been dispatched and were exiting the interior of our bus to do Father’s Word for us. Thank you JESUS!!! To LIFE!! To LIFE!! To LIFE!!!!!
Our bus never skidded off the mountain pass. Angels kept the wheels on the road. The plans of the enemy fell null and void into the abyss. The Word of the LORD was declared and decreed over us, and returned to The Father FULL of the goodness and glory of God. Thank You Jesus, for this amazing adventure. Life with You is everything – and more – than this Daughter of Fire could ever imagine. You are Wonderful. Wonderful. Wonderful.