I feel like I haven't really shared a whole lot on here recently about the going on's in our life . . . so here goes, in a very edited and all over the place fashion . . . .
Brock & I have felt a God stir in our spirits for sometime now. We were {and still aren't all the way} sure what that looks like for us & our family. But we do know it is there & it is evident. Without a lot of detail, we know that God has called & set our family apart for His good. We don't know what all this entails, but since we have said 'yes' to His call, we have been under hard spiritual warfare. It's not our marriage or even our family as a whole. It's been in the small things. Our children can sense our fears of the unknown & in turn their behavior has faulted & lashed out because of our lack of patience & concern for the next months of our lives. Our financial state is stomach churning to say the least. Our sweet, beautiful home {that we love & know God gave us!} is being put up for sale which means we have to either buy it or move out at the end of December. The list could go on and on . . . .
I don't type these things to worry people or to complain, I type them so that my family in Christ can pray for protection for us. The workings of the spiritual world are foreign & impossible to understand, but I do know one thing . . . it is very real.
While I slept the other night, I dreamed Brock, our kids & myself were in a large, dark empty room. We could see the door & the light in the distance but as we walked toward it, a large dark figure stepped in front of us & would not let us to the light. I don't remember much about the sounds, just that they were that of a incredible storm coming from this figure- in my dream I was terrified. We couldn't get out. We were captured. Until I quietly started to mutter the name of Jesus. And then I got louder & louder until I was shouting at this figure that he had no power over me or my family. Brock & I took our children's hands & lead them into the light, all the while claiming the power we had because of the blood of Jesus.
I woke from the dream in tears. I knew that God alone had given me that vision.
If you are reading this blog & you know Jesus, please pray along with us. Because spiritual warfare is ugly. It's mentally & physically exhausting and when it seeps over into our 'real' lives it can make day to day life a struggle. It can cause worry and stress and uneasiness. And we sure could use a break from all of that.
