A Prophetic Dream:

Go Home Sister, Go Home! 

So, I had this dream of this husband and wife and they were property owners and I could see them standing on property that was developed and made nice, and he had his on-the-farm clothes on, but they were clean pressed, and his shirt was white. As if he was relaxing that day and his wife had set off to church. She was a church going wife. She went to church every chance she got to go, almost all the time the doors were open, and she would put on her church going dress, and faithfully go to church every Sunday. I was watching this like a bird in the top of a tree and I could see him standing in the middle of his property by himself, watching her go to church, and for her it was church church church. And for him he was standing alone on their property and she was getting older in age, and it seemed like that all he wanted her to do was spend time with him in the life they had made that he was maintaining for her, it was all for her. There was a pond, but it was more like a river, but it didn’t move like a river, the WATERS were very still, and it separated the property from the side where she would go on to her church, and all I would see him do is stand in in the middle of that place watching her, desiring her to be with him. Well time went by and she in her church-lady dress, was going to church going to church going to church. Come what may, come hell or high water. She was going to church and for some reason her church dress stood out in careful detail. (I would soon understand about that later as the dream progressed.)  And then as this was going on all of a sudden, I noticed that this church lady had a great big chunk of leg missing between the knee and ankles of one leg, as if something had gnawed away at it clear to the bone. Eating all her flesh. The meat was gone, and you could see the bone sticking out, and the bone was bowed, and even though her walk wasn’t right, because of this big gaping wound in her leg, she still muscled it to church every Sunday morning. About this time, I’m looking at the gaping wound in her leg and I’m deeply concerned for her well-being because of it. She seemed to take pride in the fact that she was still making it to church, even though she had this horrific open wound with her leg showing the bone, between her knee and her ankle. The only thing that comforted me was I thought surely the pastor would counsel her and tell her she needed to stay home and convalesce and let this horrific condition heal. I think that her husband wanted that too, but he was silent quietly waiting, he was waiting for her in their yard that looked more like a park, in-front of this pond of a river that set so still. And I noticed he spent a good while of his time just waiting for her to come back home. So I’ll interject here and tell you about my conversation with God about this before I continue with the dream. Because some where in all of this we had dialogue.

Being that I was appalled at her condition and deeply bothered that she kept powering through it just to go to church,  I asked the Lord: “What is happening here? I’m feeling like there’s no peace in this. There’s something not right about this. It’s not peaceable and easily entreated. It actually seems vulgar and disruptive. I think she needs to stay home and let this wound in her walk heal, but she’s actually being cheered on to keep going on even like this, and it seems like the rest of the congregation is admiring her fortitude. But I’m not feeling that, what’s happening here?” The Lord answered and said: “This church lady is equating her righteousness to her church going. More than that she measures others by their church-going too, and equates their righteousness in the same way, their correctness and upstanding. Over looking the fact that their righteousness and her righteousness is of me. It is not earned, and from this liptnis test for holiness comes her striving, to achieve the goal of the construct of her mind of what righteousness and godliness looks like. Her husband (standing in this park of a home-front that she scurries off to church from) is me, says the Lord! I am waiting  for her to come home to her resting place, with me. This life I made for her to rest in.” Now, I’m hearing and speaking some of this conversation with the Father, in Appalachian vernacular. Which I’m not going to try here, but I get the point; the woman represents many that hear the gospel of grace, but still feverishly seeks to achieve a form of godliness, yet denying the power there of. I live here in this part of the world so naturally, I’m hearing this in the language of the region. She is the bride of Christ representing many that knows better; but, though called to be retired of her labors, this bride is not resting from all her works.  Equating her righteousness in this striving. Now I don’t speak Appalachian. So this movie of a dream was curious to me, my people were in the Carolina’s during the revolutionary war, but we wagon-trained off to the west in 1850. There are rivers roads and towns that bear the surname of my Fathers in this land. My husband’s folks come from Crossville Tennessee, so that may explain why feeling at home so far away from home was our experience. That and all our grandbabies are Southern born. 🩷 So that being said, this conversation with God, and the visuals I saw, were appalachian. I suppose, speaking with tongues of men and of angels can include dialects and accents too, right? I don’t suppose, I actually do know that, there are English dialects that are so different from American english that it would take an act of God, or a translator, to preach to them in our mother’s tongue, (pause and think about that) Lol .. Anyway  tradition is deeply rooted in their belief in God, good people are found here and not all fall into the category of the woman of this dream, but the problem is like the seven churches mentioned in the book of Revelation, a portion of the church is being addressed here. With Christian churches dotting the landscape, baptist and pentecostal alike, tucked away in the deep shadows cast by the wooded rolling hills of the Blue Ridge mountains. This woman, this bride- he’s longing for, is lost in these mountains.  But I was horrified and mystified by the scene of this woman who was as it appeared, to be in retirement age. I hoped that the pastor would counsel her in her need to recover of this condition, but he said nothing either way. He let her go on in this condition with this gaping wound, and then he turned to me, and he said, as if boasting on her behalf, that she had 11 of these estates or maybe acres like that across the way. Not sure exactly how that was said, but going on  there was something relayed about her husband’s  knowledge in husbandry and increase and that you could ask him what you needed to know all about that, and I thought of him as a good man. But, I wasn’t impressed by the 11, because I knew it should be 12.  Thinking of Jacob having his 11 sons yet in terrible need and loss for Joseph, who was born to deliver, being the chosen one of his brothers. So I thought she’s missing the most important thing. And so I watched the scene go on and on from that perch around the tree tops, and I stood outside watching them in the pews but I remained outside, and these days were gorgeous, I went down to that still river while everyone was sitting in the pews encouraging her to keep keeping on, and that woman’s husband started showing me eggs from a chicken and he was talking to me about the miracle of increase that I had never thought about through the husbandry of the earth before, I wish I could remember what he said. I understand increase but this was profound. We dipped our hands in the water and it was the most peaceful and restful thing ever. I wondered about his wife and looked back at her and was again shocked to see that her church dress had deteriorated into a saloon maid’s attire, scampy and torn, and she didn’t even know the difference, and I don’t want to say the word she began to look like, and her church going, became more frantic, and it started to take on the appearance of her running around on him, as she was just “feverishly” going to church and neglecting him.  Her church going dress turned into something else. But, from the sky above,  like a bird in the tree, and to the river below,  I couldn’t take my eyes off this man lonely for his bride. I hurt for him and was invisible to her, So I just stayed with him at the river. While everything but him and those still waters faded out of view he was telling me about all the wonderful mysteries he knew about his work in husbandry of animals and land. 

Now by no means, in the natural am I the perfect one in this sleeping parable. But, as each character played the part, who am I playing in this theatrical performance? Who is she that is learning the wisdom of the ages through the knowledge of this man’s husbandry of the earth?  He whose kingdom has no end? Where are we in this time line, I wonder?  Why was that wound like that, of all pictures and parables of things? She could have had a broken leg, or a bum knee why this? 

“I delight greatly in the Lord; my soul rejoices in my God. For he has clothed me with garments of salvation and arrayed me in a robe of his righteousness, as a bridegroom adorns his head like a priest, and as a bride adorns herself with her jewels.” – Isaiah 61:10

But God, who is rich in mercy, because of His great love with which He loved us, 5even when we were dead in trespasses, made us alive together with Christ (by grace you have been saved), 6and raised us up together, and made us sit together in the heavenly places in Christ Jesus, 7that in the ages to come He might show the exceeding riches of His grace in His kindness toward us in Christ Jesus. 8For by grace you have been saved through faith, and that not of yourselves; it is the gift of God, 9not of works, lest anyone should boast. 10For we are His workmanship, created in Christ Jesus for good works, which God prepared beforehand that we should walk in them.

Ephesians  2:4-10

Pray for the lost bride of Appalachia.