Last fall we went on a short beach trip. Living about 2 hours from the coast is a dream come true for me. The trip is made on one main highway which navigates through small towns and in need of new construction. The old highway is a straight shot but with a number of speed traps. Decorated along the way are simple shops, a post office or two and country restaurants. If you are looking for a metropolis, you won’t find it here.
The back country trip is one I have made numerous times so the ride is now more familiar. Due to this particular trip being a business conference for my husband we had to go in separate vehicles.
Friday morning around the middle of October 2011 driving on this lonesome trail alone I began to reflect on God’s creation and how unpretentious the livelihood remains.
All of a sudden I felt like I was having a dream while awake. I realized I was experiencing an “Open Vision.”
The landscape is open wide for farming or raising cattle and even horses.
It was as if God highlighted certain dilapidated buildings, worn out homes or pieces of what use to be houses. Torn down fences with wood lying around, abandoned stores or wood sheds, and the brick fireplace where families most likely built a fire to keep warm.
As I slowed down the color around this loss of life had a yellowish hue. In the vision it smelled of death.
Words resounded in my ears saying “What you see here use to be a home where families worked to make a living and children playing outside. The abandoned stores and empty fields provided necessities while they attended the little church that no longer exists.”
Caught up in this vision God’s spirit was speaking to me, I noticed flowers. Beautiful, colorful flowers right in the middle of all of this ruined wreckage. The pattern continued as I crept down the road; flowers growing in the strangest spots but all surrounded by an undoing and extermination of what was life.
The vision became alive. Fathers were farming and planting their crops. Mother’s were hanging laundered clothes out to dry. Children were running and playing without a care in the world. Their faces smiled with joy and happiness. The flowers gave off scents of lilacs and roses. God’s love shed brilliance over everything in sight. It felt like love.
Watching this movie play out until the life faded away in the distance was once again replaced by the carnage of what use to be.
As quickly as the vision appeared it was gone just as fast. What seemed to be a long time was a few seconds. My car had barely moved.
At the time of this vision God gave me an instruction and a promise.
Instruction: God wants us to be like the flowers. Color our faith with his word so it grows high in the dense hatred of oppression, havoc and doom so much so the lost will see life instead of death. Good instead of evil; right instead of wrong. He wants us to stand out in the crowd of all that is bad and blossom for the kingdom of God.
Promise: For those who follow this instruction will reap abundance in every area of your life. Your futures will lack for nothing. Deuteronomy 28 will be your lifeline of blessings.
Since that day I have asked God to give me more insight into this vision. This is what I believe he has revealed to me.
He is shaking things up from the church to the government.
We are beginning a season of change for his people for good.
He is using that which appears to be evil for good even if it looks the opposite.
God is getting ready for a political shocker. And then some.
You ask why now? Why speak of this now? Because God told me to.
Galatians 6:7-8: “Be not deceived; God is not mocked: for whatsoever a man soweth, that shall he also reap. For he that soweth to his flesh shall of the flesh reap corruption; but he that soweth to the Spirit shall of the Spirit reap life everlasting.”
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