In my morning dream today, I was back on campus @ John Carroll University. A Catholic/Jesuit University richly planted in the midst of a highly Jewish population. If I am not mistaken, Marty Goetz and maybe Paul Wilbur (attended undergraduate school) lived @ 1 time in this area. I remember on Friday's seeing the stricter sect of Jewish people would walk with their families to temple services. We had outstanding Jewish deli's, bagel/bakeries shops and of course there was Corny & Lenny's. The best scrambled eggs with onions for breakfast. How could I forget @ the deli you could buy corned beef and a loaf of their Jewish rye bread too. Excellent sauerkraut balls only if they were freshly prepared though. I learned throughout the years to inquire if they were freshly made that day before I purchased them. They had the best rugalach also. When my son attended JCU I would call him to meet him after I went and picked up some items from Corky's and sometimes we would have a quick bite to eat and other times I would drop it off to him to enjoy. I probably purchased some Swiss cheese from the deli too.
In the dream I am older, but I noticed a young in age college friend walking down a corridor on campus. I saw his name on the back of his hoodie sweatshirt he was wearing. I sped up in my walk as I called out his name. He turned back to look, and the dream concluded.
I knew as I woke up to intercede for him. Then a plethora of college kids I went to school with began to flood my mind to intercede for these Catholic kids I went to school with. Divine destinies fulfilled and household salvation too. It did not end there. College professors I had, then I saw the entire campus covered with the glory of God and I spoke forth revival to hit that campus. So strong it would shut down classes. Then from there it went to revival for the entire Jewish community University Heights & Beachwood too.
Imagine that coming forth from a simple dream given to me. It was not a coincidence back in the mid 70's with me graduating from college in 1980 living in that very community. It was God's plan and design for my life. 2 choices were given to me back then either commute and go to Cleveland State University or live on campus @ JCU. I chose the latter. Only to find out years later this Catholic girl becomes born again and has an evangelist's heart to see the lost saved. Oh yes, how could I not include that she finds out through DNA testing she is also part Eastern European Jewish in this mix. Praise God from whom all blessings flow. Praise Him all creatures here below. Praise Him above ye heavenly host praise Father, Son & Holy Ghost. That was an old Catholic song we used to sing.
Yes, God can use a former Catholic girl to reach people with the free gift of salvation Jesus gives to all that want to accept it.
Years ago, a Christian acquaintance of mine drew a picture one day of how they saw me as a Christian in the spiritual realm. Notice, the sword in my hand, the word of God. In December of 2021 I was given a dream. I will not go into details of the dream @ this time except share this ... I was given and placed in my right hand a sword. It was a large sword both the blade portion and the handle portion. The handle of the sword intrigued me even in the dream. It was a most beautiful handle made of turquoise. The color of sleeping beauty turquoise. In this turquoise handle were inlaid gemstones. It was beautiful. Standing in front of me was a Native American Indian that I knew was of importance, but they were dressed in regular clothing and not formal head dress, etc. I know this much that the sword represents the word of God. Further interpretation will come to me as it is revealed. I already started researching some of the details of the dream. I tend to get detail-oriented dreams and I write down the details. Isn't that funny how this works, I am a detail-oriented person that gets detail-oriented dreams. I tend to notice details that maybe someone else may overlook. 2 could be in the same room and 1 notices a clock. I notice the type of clock, where it is placed, the time, the color of paint on the wall where it hangs. That is just how God wired me to be so to speak.
My mother had a dream on her mother's birthday 1/6/2022. She saw her mother that just made a huge roaster of her breaded chicken (Grandma was known for this.) enough for all to eat. A younger male figure who she did not recognize went to take a piece of the chicken from the roaster before it was being served and my mother had to tell them not now but when all were there to eat together.
When she woke from the dream my mother shared with me this "There has to be much celebration in heaven. Upon awakening this morning, mama's birthday I woke from having a dream mama making a big batch of her famous breaded chicken for all and was happy that she was doing so but saddened when I realized it was a dream and not here on earth, with us. Until we are all together again." Then she wished her mother, our grandmother and great grandmother birthday wishes and much love from us here on earth.
Even being Catholic, my grandmother was a godly, praying grandmother. She even volunteered to be a part of the women that cleaned the church. My grandmother did not drive so that meant she had to always find a way to get to the church when they cleaned (our Catholic church was not just around the corner from her either, I would say in a car it was about a 15–20-minute drive.) As a child I still recall knowing when we would attend church for masses @ the Catholic school knowing when the church was freshly cleaned. How did I know? The scent of freshly cleaned with using Murphy's Oil Soap.
My mother recently added to her painting another picture. This time a painting of a cardinal resting on holly branches. She is 92 years old and always wanted to paint. I even gave her painting supplies once for her to do so but she recently gave back to me those tools. Where she resides now, she does not have to provide her own tools for painting. The artist provides them. I am noticing with each new additional painting that it seems to be more details appear. On this most recent painting they had to move up their meeting time that day and the full time was cut back a bit for the class. Even with that, she still produced a lovely painting. A woman that never took painting lessons before in her life. If she can paint @ 92 then what can you achieve @ your age? Maybe a bit of encouragement or hope placed before you today.
I would conclude that just maybe prophetic dreams run in my family.
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| This is a picture a Christian acquaintance drew of how they saw me in the spiritual realm years ago. The battle I fight is with using the word of God as my weapon. I can do all things through Christ Jesus that strengthens me. |
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