Saturday, August 23, 2008, 7:30 a.m. – I woke from A DREAM:
The house was a mess. It was the filthiest I had ever seen it. There were jigsaw puzzles dumped out on the floors in several rooms. There was stuff strewn everywhere. So, I decided to get everyone – husband, me and the kids – to clean it up. I thought about making a list of the chores and allowing them to choose, but I remembered, in years past, how that used to end up in arguments. So, I began a list, and I assigned the chores.
I assigned myself the living room and one other room that had jigsaw puzzles dumped out on the floors. Then, I assigned David two rooms, one of which was Steven’s (or Steven’s & John’s). I asked him if he wanted Steven to help him, but then I decided, based upon history, that it would be best if he worked alone.
Somewhere in here we were visited by two of my former music teachers, one of whom was my kindergarten music teacher (1954/55) who was also a good friend of my mom’s (in real life). Then my mom had a cameo appearance where she and this music teacher hugged and were happy to see each other. (My mom is deceased in real life.) I was embarrassed by the mess in the house.
Also we gained another girl in our family somehow, as though we had adopted her or she had become our foster child. So, I told her I would assign her some chores, too, and I explained how it worked. Then, we got something in the mail which I gave to my daughter. John or Steven complained that I gave that to her and not to them.
Anyway, I got to thinking about this new girl and I wondered if she was a Christian. We were playing Christian music. I think we were in a car and that my daughter was in the back seat. I was concerned that she had not talked with this new girl about Jesus because she was so wrapped up in what she was doing, i.e. her own life.
I asked the new girl if she was sharing a room with my daughter. She indicated she was not. I said, “We have another room?”
Ok, back to the list of chores. I lost the list. I had been writing it on a newspaper, on the top of a page in a column, but I couldn’t find it. How could it have just disappeared like that? I went through the newspaper page by page and still I could not find my list. I even turned it upside down and I even went to another section, but it was still not there. END
As I finished recording this dream, then this song came into my head:
"Who Am I" / Casting Crowns
Who am I, that the Lord of all the earth
Would care to know my name
Would care to feel my hurt
Who am I, that the Bright and Morning Star
Would choose to light the wayFor my ever wandering heart
Who Am I, that the eyes that see my sin
Would look on me with love and watch me rise again
Who Am I, that the voice that calmed the sea
Would call out through the rain
And calm the storm in me
Not because of who I am
But because of what You've done
Not because of what I've done
But because of who You are
I am a flower quickly fading
Here today and gone tomorrow
A wave tossed in the ocean
A vapor in the wind
Still You hear me when I'm calling
Lord, You catch me when I'm falling
And You've told me who I am
I am Yours, I am Yours
Whom shall I fear
Speak, Lord, for your servant is listening. I read Isaiah 45: http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Isaiah%2045;&version=31
1 "This is what the LORD says to his anointed,
to Cyrus, whose right hand I take hold of
to subdue nations before him
and to strip kings of their armor,
to open doors before him
so that gates will not be shut:
2 I will go before you
and will level the mountains ;
I will break down gates of bronze
and cut through bars of iron.
3 I will give you the treasures of darkness,
riches stored in secret places,
so that you may know that I am the LORD,
the God of Israel, who summons you by name.
4 For the sake of Jacob my servant,
of Israel my chosen,
I summon you by name
and bestow on you a title of honor,
though you do not acknowledge me.
5 I am the LORD, and there is no other;
apart from me there is no God.
I will strengthen you,
though you have not acknowledged me,
6 so that from the rising of the sun
to the place of its setting
men may know there is none besides me.
I am the LORD, and there is no other…
9 "Woe to him who quarrels with his Maker,
to him who is but a potsherd among the potsherds on the ground.
Does the clay say to the potter,
'What are you making?'
Does your work say,
'He has no hands'?
… "This is what the LORD says—
the Holy One of Israel, and its Maker:
Concerning things to come,
do you question me about my children,
or give me orders about the work of my hands?
… I will raise up Cyrus in my righteousness:
I will make all his ways straight.
He will rebuild my city
and set my exiles free,
but not for a price or reward,
says the LORD Almighty."
… I have not spoken in secret,
from somewhere in a land of darkness;
I have not said to Jacob's descendants,
'Seek me in vain.'
I, the LORD, speak the truth;
I declare what is right.
… "Turn to me and be saved,
all you ends of the earth;
for I am God, and there is no other…
My Understanding: What I do know is that this dream, song and scripture are connected and that the Lord is speaking still about our political situation here in America, especially with regards to the Democratic Party and the convention this week. I’m not sure who I, my daughter and the “adopted girl” represent here, but I suspect that Steven is still Barack, John is Joe Biden and David is Al Gore.
In these scriptures in Isaiah that I’ve been reading leading up to the Democratic National Convention, there has been a continuous mention of Cyrus as God’s chosen leader for the people. The house that is a mess is both the USA and the church in America, so God is giving us “Cyrus” so that we will acknowledge the LORD as our one and only true God.
We are not to question God’s choice because God knows what he is doing. God is going to raise up this “Cyrus” to rebuild the city and to set his exiles free. The ultimate purpose of this choice of leader is that people will turn to the Lord Jesus Christ and be saved, for God Almighty is the only God and there is no other!
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