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For those that don't believe GOD gives us dreams, I AM TALKING TO YOU TODAY.
This testimony is for God Almighty as Father.
Been with my husband for 11 years and there has been trial after trial, heartache after heartache, if you can imagine it, IT happened in our marriage. We will call my husband D for short. Over the years I gained a terrible hate for D's dad, a man I've never met, a man I know hardly anything about, never laid eyes on him. He is in his 60's and has served prison time for rape/kidnapping and in my "past" opinion he should've served a lot more time. D's dad made 5 kids, never supported them, messed around with anything with legs, beat on women, drank, even molested his own kids. Because of ALL THE HORRIBLE troubles I have had with D somewhere in my heart I just had an awful hate for his father, my feelings were that it was his fault for how D turned out and I literally would lay in the bed and think of this man and what I would one day say to him IF I ever had the chance, I mean I detested a man I never met. And with my lovely temper I could've easily fulfilled my dreamy words, you know those kinda words you daydream about telling someone out of anger? yeah, those.............
D only knew of 1 sister, he had heard that he had other siblings but did not know them or their names. D did not have a home life with a family, a father, and mother or anything like that. Everything in his life was a disaster, complete dysfunction at its best. I blamed his dad for everything that D wasn't and the thought of a man making 5 kids and how he never once took care of them and all the times I heard D say, my daddy never came to any of my ballgames, my daddy never this and never that.
It was July 2016 and I never take naps but on this day I did for whatever reason. I had a dream of a man in great detail and when I woke up I told D about this strange dream and I described the dream to him. When I told D about the dream he looked at me puzzled and I asked him what was the matter? Me not knowing anything thinking I said something wrong, he said: today is my daddy's birthday
In this dream of his dad, I saw him on a couch drinking a beer that he was trying to hide because someone had knocked at the door. The man and woman knocking on the door came in the house and started talking to D's dad and "the woman" asked D's dad: how is your reception? (kinda like cable/antenna reception) and his dad responded with oh well you know its ok I guess.........
The man that was with "the woman" just sat there quietly never saying a word almost as if he was scared. When D's dad replied to her question, she put her hand to her mouth and in her hand was literally a microphone radio like thing, as if it was part of her hand. She told him that she was gonna check on the reception for him, as she spoke into her hand she called for the guest outside to come in, this other "person" must've been waiting outside for whatever reason and did not enter until the woman put her hand to her mouth to call for them. As she put her hand to her mouth all I hear was J_____ . And I woke up, I didn't hear the name of the person waiting outside. I knew that his dad didn't want ANY company he just wanted them to leave.
For 2 days this dream hounded my every waking minute of the day, I knew it wasn't to be ignored. I prayed and God impressed me and said: tell D that we need to find his daddy. I sat D down and told him that we should find his daddy because as much as I hated this man, GOD sent this dream to me on his birthday for a reason. Little did I even pay attention to the fact that somehow I did not hate this man anymore. I had a weird peace about him. Finally D agreed we would search for him and 2 days later we find ourself pulling into a strange dirt road going to his dads house, D was sweating, he was so nervous, he was teary eyed and I did my best to calm him and tell him its gonna be alright, mind you I had a watermelon lump in my own throat.
As I sat in the truck waiting for D to go knock at the door of the man's house hoping we had the right address, I saw an old man answer the door, I saw him grab his face and begin weeping, I saw D grab his daddy and hug him tightly. Sitting there watching 2 grown men weeping and hugging all I could do was think about My Father's goodness. Finally, I was able to get out of the truck and introduce myself. To be there in that moment there are no words. A feeble man and his son still crying and his dad asking for forgiveness. That day we invited the guest to come in, the guest that was waiting outside, his name was Jesus.
Direct access to the Father is right there, the reception is wonderful and HE is still gentle enough to wait outside, blows my mind. Out of this one simple dream D has found another brother and another sister. The day that D found out he had a brother, he cried all day long and just kept saying "I can't believe I got a little brother". Everything fell into place and it all started with a dream, something people don't think God gives any more.
Where are they today on this Fathers Day? All of them are having a cookout for the first time ever to celebrate FATHERS DAY.
HAPPY FATHERS DAY EVERYBODY
God still speaks
and it's never too late
This testimony is for God Almighty as Father.
Been with my husband for 11 years and there has been trial after trial, heartache after heartache, if you can imagine it, IT happened in our marriage. We will call my husband D for short. Over the years I gained a terrible hate for D's dad, a man I've never met, a man I know hardly anything about, never laid eyes on him. He is in his 60's and has served prison time for rape/kidnapping and in my "past" opinion he should've served a lot more time. D's dad made 5 kids, never supported them, messed around with anything with legs, beat on women, drank, even molested his own kids. Because of ALL THE HORRIBLE troubles I have had with D somewhere in my heart I just had an awful hate for his father, my feelings were that it was his fault for how D turned out and I literally would lay in the bed and think of this man and what I would one day say to him IF I ever had the chance, I mean I detested a man I never met. And with my lovely temper I could've easily fulfilled my dreamy words, you know those kinda words you daydream about telling someone out of anger? yeah, those.............
D only knew of 1 sister, he had heard that he had other siblings but did not know them or their names. D did not have a home life with a family, a father, and mother or anything like that. Everything in his life was a disaster, complete dysfunction at its best. I blamed his dad for everything that D wasn't and the thought of a man making 5 kids and how he never once took care of them and all the times I heard D say, my daddy never came to any of my ballgames, my daddy never this and never that.
It was July 2016 and I never take naps but on this day I did for whatever reason. I had a dream of a man in great detail and when I woke up I told D about this strange dream and I described the dream to him. When I told D about the dream he looked at me puzzled and I asked him what was the matter? Me not knowing anything thinking I said something wrong, he said: today is my daddy's birthday
In this dream of his dad, I saw him on a couch drinking a beer that he was trying to hide because someone had knocked at the door. The man and woman knocking on the door came in the house and started talking to D's dad and "the woman" asked D's dad: how is your reception? (kinda like cable/antenna reception) and his dad responded with oh well you know its ok I guess.........
The man that was with "the woman" just sat there quietly never saying a word almost as if he was scared. When D's dad replied to her question, she put her hand to her mouth and in her hand was literally a microphone radio like thing, as if it was part of her hand. She told him that she was gonna check on the reception for him, as she spoke into her hand she called for the guest outside to come in, this other "person" must've been waiting outside for whatever reason and did not enter until the woman put her hand to her mouth to call for them. As she put her hand to her mouth all I hear was J_____ . And I woke up, I didn't hear the name of the person waiting outside. I knew that his dad didn't want ANY company he just wanted them to leave.
For 2 days this dream hounded my every waking minute of the day, I knew it wasn't to be ignored. I prayed and God impressed me and said: tell D that we need to find his daddy. I sat D down and told him that we should find his daddy because as much as I hated this man, GOD sent this dream to me on his birthday for a reason. Little did I even pay attention to the fact that somehow I did not hate this man anymore. I had a weird peace about him. Finally D agreed we would search for him and 2 days later we find ourself pulling into a strange dirt road going to his dads house, D was sweating, he was so nervous, he was teary eyed and I did my best to calm him and tell him its gonna be alright, mind you I had a watermelon lump in my own throat.
As I sat in the truck waiting for D to go knock at the door of the man's house hoping we had the right address, I saw an old man answer the door, I saw him grab his face and begin weeping, I saw D grab his daddy and hug him tightly. Sitting there watching 2 grown men weeping and hugging all I could do was think about My Father's goodness. Finally, I was able to get out of the truck and introduce myself. To be there in that moment there are no words. A feeble man and his son still crying and his dad asking for forgiveness. That day we invited the guest to come in, the guest that was waiting outside, his name was Jesus.
Direct access to the Father is right there, the reception is wonderful and HE is still gentle enough to wait outside, blows my mind. Out of this one simple dream D has found another brother and another sister. The day that D found out he had a brother, he cried all day long and just kept saying "I can't believe I got a little brother". Everything fell into place and it all started with a dream, something people don't think God gives any more.
Where are they today on this Fathers Day? All of them are having a cookout for the first time ever to celebrate FATHERS DAY.
HAPPY FATHERS DAY EVERYBODY
God still speaks
and it's never too late
