Lord of the Dance, Lord of the Dream

The other night I dreamed I was in a dance hall with many others. A big sign read, "Lord of the Dance" and the old 60's tune played loudly in the background. Jesus was there watching the dances. It was pretty chaotic cuz there were many groups learning different parts of the dance. As they learned, they would become filled with Jesus. As I type this, I realize the significance of that. We learn as we go along, we don't come to His dance knowing the steps. At the end of the dream I was in a group learning a particularly hard step and doing miserably at it. The woman teaching me was patient even as I was frustrated. And Michael Jackson was kind of milling around the place. He's dead, so maybe he was observing. On earth he had some righteous dance moves himself. Now before you get all hoity-hoity thinking Micheal is hot stepping it somewhere, I want to remind you that one never knows. Over the years the Lord brought Mr Jackson to mind and we prayed for the confused guy. We is me and the Spirit.

So as I'm waking I am literally shaking under the power of the Lord and all these images are flashing through my mind. Images of my current boundaries, the unhealthy ones, being destroyed. They tumble and whiz past me like tinker toys. I see the pastor with boobs, OK she needs a new name, get into a small toy car. She's hollers "Whee!" and off she goes. Jesus gets into a toy bi-plane and looks at me, "Come along Suzanne!" He is excited. I wake and utter His name in wonder.

Amazing how He works on our strongholds while we are aware and unaware. Once a famous prophet came to our church in Illinois. He said a lot of great things but, of course, I recall the not so great thing. He said, "The reason God talks to some in dreams is cuz they're not paying attention to Him when they are awake." Well, the Bible says "Your young men will dream dreams." Period. It doesn't say, "The dreamers will be the ones with ADHD who haven't a clue what God's up to during the daylight hours." PLUS I was a mother of very young ones at the time and I wrestled with time to find Him in my very busy life of wiping buggery noses and stinky diapers, so his words fell on me like a judgement. Today I am happy with dreams and the fact that He joins me in my sleep world. He must have worked all that out sometime while I was sleeping. Hmmm....