Last night I climbed up on the roof.
So I knelt by my bedside and asked God to heal my mom again. I immediately fell asleep and had a dream. A dream that I’m still thinking through, so I’m not going to share it yet. I woke up suddenly with words on my tongue. It was unusual.
And since I wont share that, I will share a vision I had of my mom. I know I must sound weird now, talking about dreams and visions, but hey… it’s in the Bible. A promise that the young and old will dream dreams and have visions and rise up and walk and run. And I’m going to receive it all. Anything that the Holy Spirit will pour out, I will receive!!! Amen.
Last weekend, I was worshiping in church, with my eyes open, and I had a vision of my mom.
She was standing under a waterfall, with her hands and face turned upward into the water. She was smiling, smiling as a woman who was finally throwing off the rubbish of the world and was beholding the glory of God.
As I looked up the waterfall, I saw my family. My dad, sisters, husband, my kids, and myself. We were scooping up water from the waterfall and pouring it over my mom.
We were baptizing her.