Last night, the Lord was keeping me up way into the wee hours. I was told by my older friend and Godly mentor, Marie (aka and henceforth referred to as "Mom Santarelli"), that God probably wanted me to pray for someone in the Spirit. I felt so bad when she told me that. She said that when God keeps her up like that, He usually wants her to pray for someone. It may be someone I know, she said, or it may be someone I don't know at all and never will, but He'll come to me asking for my prayers for that person that needs it and will tell me when to stop. She also said that sometimes she falls asleep praying in tongues for some people. I wish God would start talking to me...I want to know things... I want Him to smile down on me... I want to know what He thinks... if He's proud... what my dreams mean... everything.
Dreams! I have so much to say that I'm tripping over topics, so please excuse the run ons and the topic changing in the midst of paragraphs...I'm just too excited.
I took an afternoon nap, since I "woke up" (well, I actually sort of rolled out of bed after tossing and turning for hours and hours on end) so early because I couldn't sleep. Now, last night, I prayed to God that He would give me prophetic dreams, since I love that stuff and want to be like Daniel, cause Daniel was awesome and knew so much and was such a prophetic guy. So I prayed and tried to sleep, and I felt the Holy Spirit tingling in my hands, then my feet, lips, and on my forehead. The first thing it made me think of was a whole bunch of angels protecting me, touching me and watching over me through the night...so I was okay with that...it gave me peace, right? But the tingling got more powerful and it kept me up, and then as I lie on my back, I stopped breathing every time I tried to fall into the first stage of drowsiness prior to sleep. I felt this heaviness on my heart and I kinda opened my eyes and looked around. It was so...weird...different...confusing... I didn't know what God wanted. I said, "God- what's up??" I seriously said just that, but no response, or at least, aside from a couple of flashes of lightening. But then today, while I was explaining this to Mom Santarelli, I realized that perhaps God answered me after all through that lightening...because thinking on the lightening made me think of the storm that the people down in Wilkes-Barre had endured, and the dike's flowing over. So, perhaps I was supposed to pray deeply for a local flood victim or somthing. I DO live near that incident- 20 minutes from there. They ahd to be evacuated, if you don't know the story. It was on the national news. But I'll have to admit, even i don't necessarily keep up with the news all of the time. It's depressing. Revealation is at hand and it's so hard to stomach the tough stuff. Anyhow, after the lightening flashed, I rolled onto my back and tried to sleep, but the pressure worsened. I felt like there was a body atop me or something, pressing on my chest, cause it was really hard to breathe. I mean, I didn't physically FEEL a body, but it might have well been one, because I sure felt the weight upon me. I was taking deep breaths and everything, but the weird thing is that I wasn't scared. Back when the devil used to taunt me in those moments between sleep and awake, I used to be scared...but this was God, and God didn't scare me...just puzzled me.
Yes, yes, but the dream. So I took that cat nap, right? And during it, I dreampt. I believe it was lucid, because it made some sense...either that or it was of God...or perhaps it was lucid AND of God. Whatever the case, I don't know, but I Do know one thing- I've been meditating on this dream since I dreampt it. It was strange- I dreampt that I was in a strange device that was a substitute for a motor boat. I later thought that it resembled the tv stand in my room. It was flimsy and I remember it wasn't built to ride in, because there weren't any seats or anything comfortable. I was teetering on the side whilst I sat and clung onto the side of the boat simultaneously. And I recall starting the motor. I don't remember how I did it, but all of a sudden, I willed it to go and it turned on. And I glided on this fresh water lake. I can't remember where I went, or if there was a pattern in how I went, but I remember that I almost fell two or three times. For some unknown reason, I was sitting atop my alarm clock, so I picked up my butt and watched it fall into the basin of the "boat." I noticed a coil or rope next to where the digital clock radio cd player landed. Then I looked up and saw this poor family fishing. I pittied them. I went over to the other side of the lake- it was a short distance- and I met up with mom Santarelli. I jumped out and reached my hand into the lake in midair. I was doing this huge long jump from the "boat" to the edge of the land near where she was, and I was flipping through the air upside down and reaching in upside down. I can remember feeling like I probably wouldn't catch anything but it was worth a shot. I remembered how there were people that tickled fish all the time and I could do it, too...but I was lunging into the water with my hand and out came this fish. I didn't notice I caught the fish at all until I landed on my feet. So it was this big somersault in the air with crazy fish-grabbing action. Weird, I know. I grabbed it by the tail and held it upside down and stared at it, then noticed I should hold it right side up and tried to grab it properly by the mouth, but remember fearing it biting me, and even though I knew it didn't have teeth, I took it and squeezed it in the middle and made sure my grip was tight. Then I approached mom Santarelli. She was fishing, too. She fished out this little dolphin fish thing (which, after I told her when I woke up, she revealed to me that there actually is such a fish....this I never knew) and said it was crying in so she put it in the ice and water-filled cooler next to her. I recall the cooler was red and white- one of those rectangular jobs. My mom has one down in the basement. It was the only fish in there and I remember seeing its tears turn into bubbles and pop at the surface of the water. It was a really tiny fish. But then I remembered the poor people, and left mom Santarelli and dashed off to feed them my fish, and then I woke up.
Any ideas as to what this all means?? I have a feeling that it means something about being a fisher of men..
Any imput would be appreciated, thanks.
Love in Christ Jesus,
Maria
Dreams! I have so much to say that I'm tripping over topics, so please excuse the run ons and the topic changing in the midst of paragraphs...I'm just too excited.
I took an afternoon nap, since I "woke up" (well, I actually sort of rolled out of bed after tossing and turning for hours and hours on end) so early because I couldn't sleep. Now, last night, I prayed to God that He would give me prophetic dreams, since I love that stuff and want to be like Daniel, cause Daniel was awesome and knew so much and was such a prophetic guy. So I prayed and tried to sleep, and I felt the Holy Spirit tingling in my hands, then my feet, lips, and on my forehead. The first thing it made me think of was a whole bunch of angels protecting me, touching me and watching over me through the night...so I was okay with that...it gave me peace, right? But the tingling got more powerful and it kept me up, and then as I lie on my back, I stopped breathing every time I tried to fall into the first stage of drowsiness prior to sleep. I felt this heaviness on my heart and I kinda opened my eyes and looked around. It was so...weird...different...confusing... I didn't know what God wanted. I said, "God- what's up??" I seriously said just that, but no response, or at least, aside from a couple of flashes of lightening. But then today, while I was explaining this to Mom Santarelli, I realized that perhaps God answered me after all through that lightening...because thinking on the lightening made me think of the storm that the people down in Wilkes-Barre had endured, and the dike's flowing over. So, perhaps I was supposed to pray deeply for a local flood victim or somthing. I DO live near that incident- 20 minutes from there. They ahd to be evacuated, if you don't know the story. It was on the national news. But I'll have to admit, even i don't necessarily keep up with the news all of the time. It's depressing. Revealation is at hand and it's so hard to stomach the tough stuff. Anyhow, after the lightening flashed, I rolled onto my back and tried to sleep, but the pressure worsened. I felt like there was a body atop me or something, pressing on my chest, cause it was really hard to breathe. I mean, I didn't physically FEEL a body, but it might have well been one, because I sure felt the weight upon me. I was taking deep breaths and everything, but the weird thing is that I wasn't scared. Back when the devil used to taunt me in those moments between sleep and awake, I used to be scared...but this was God, and God didn't scare me...just puzzled me.
Yes, yes, but the dream. So I took that cat nap, right? And during it, I dreampt. I believe it was lucid, because it made some sense...either that or it was of God...or perhaps it was lucid AND of God. Whatever the case, I don't know, but I Do know one thing- I've been meditating on this dream since I dreampt it. It was strange- I dreampt that I was in a strange device that was a substitute for a motor boat. I later thought that it resembled the tv stand in my room. It was flimsy and I remember it wasn't built to ride in, because there weren't any seats or anything comfortable. I was teetering on the side whilst I sat and clung onto the side of the boat simultaneously. And I recall starting the motor. I don't remember how I did it, but all of a sudden, I willed it to go and it turned on. And I glided on this fresh water lake. I can't remember where I went, or if there was a pattern in how I went, but I remember that I almost fell two or three times. For some unknown reason, I was sitting atop my alarm clock, so I picked up my butt and watched it fall into the basin of the "boat." I noticed a coil or rope next to where the digital clock radio cd player landed. Then I looked up and saw this poor family fishing. I pittied them. I went over to the other side of the lake- it was a short distance- and I met up with mom Santarelli. I jumped out and reached my hand into the lake in midair. I was doing this huge long jump from the "boat" to the edge of the land near where she was, and I was flipping through the air upside down and reaching in upside down. I can remember feeling like I probably wouldn't catch anything but it was worth a shot. I remembered how there were people that tickled fish all the time and I could do it, too...but I was lunging into the water with my hand and out came this fish. I didn't notice I caught the fish at all until I landed on my feet. So it was this big somersault in the air with crazy fish-grabbing action. Weird, I know. I grabbed it by the tail and held it upside down and stared at it, then noticed I should hold it right side up and tried to grab it properly by the mouth, but remember fearing it biting me, and even though I knew it didn't have teeth, I took it and squeezed it in the middle and made sure my grip was tight. Then I approached mom Santarelli. She was fishing, too. She fished out this little dolphin fish thing (which, after I told her when I woke up, she revealed to me that there actually is such a fish....this I never knew) and said it was crying in so she put it in the ice and water-filled cooler next to her. I recall the cooler was red and white- one of those rectangular jobs. My mom has one down in the basement. It was the only fish in there and I remember seeing its tears turn into bubbles and pop at the surface of the water. It was a really tiny fish. But then I remembered the poor people, and left mom Santarelli and dashed off to feed them my fish, and then I woke up.
Any ideas as to what this all means?? I have a feeling that it means something about being a fisher of men..
Any imput would be appreciated, thanks.
Love in Christ Jesus,
Maria
