Tuesday, May 27, 2008
Stand up and be counted.
I had a dream last night. A jolting dream. It was the end times and I was stuck in Dallas. I had to walk home. I wasn't with my husband or children. It was very overwhelming. Jacob talks about death a lot. He isn't sure why we all just can't go to heaven now. Many days he says...lets just go. All morning I have heard the words *stand up and be counted* ringing in my spirit.
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Very profound. I have chills. Sometimes I have dreams about the end times- I have to say that the end is exhiliarating at moments and I know a couple of times it has been so great that I woke up ready to go.
I agree with Jacob. A couple of weeks ago in class, Mark was speaking and they were talking about how even if the gas goes up, we will be taken care of no matter how high.
I told Charles I wanted to ask- "Can He come back before it gets up to $5 a gallon?" LOL This is just yet another chance for Him to show His love to us in a way of provision.
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