God speaks through Word, dreams and visions
One of my favorite aspects of my relationship with God is hearing Him speak to me, and with me. I began recognizing His voice through my (nearly) daily reading God's Word which began earnestly in 1998 when we moved to Ellijay, Georgia. I found the Calvary Satellite Network (CSN) on my car radio, began following along in my Bible as they exponentially taught word by word through books of the Bible. I added my own quiet time with God, methodically reading books of the Bible when I noticed I was understanding significant metanarratives, truths about God, His character, His love, and some pretty deep & heady thoughts that biblical scholars discuss. Those revelations would be confirmed through listening to the various preachers on CSN and Moody radio stations which brought me to a realization that I was in fact hearing God and He was teaching me through His Spirit who indwells me and all followers of Jesus.
Two pieces specifically note this experience. God-Speak in 2012. For God so Loved in 2013.
In fact, this entire online journal is written to capture everything God has shared with me so I can re-read and remember (zakar) my intimate times with God as He spoke, listened, shared, addressed and taught me.
I love my time with God, absolutely love it. Answering a question during a recent Bible study, the question was, "What three words describe your relationship with God?" I started to answer then sat there and thought, "wouldn't it be cool to hear what God says about our relationship," and so I asked Him what three words describes our relationship. Sitting, waiting for His response and amazed it was an immediate response, these words came to mind, words I would not have picked: 1) intimate, 2) reflective, 3) cherishing.
As I wrote the three words down while crying, the reality set in, of the words God uses to describe spending time together. With me. Ordinary, nobody me.
So yes, God speaks, and He speaks to me personally. He speaks to all of His children personally. He speaks everything into being. He speaks corporately to the greater body of Christ - the church. He speaks to preachers, pastors and prophets. And He speaks intimately to His children, the followers of His Son Jesus. When Jesus returns as King of Kings and Lord God, He will speak truth which will be judgment to those who oppose Him. His words are power and life. And by the power and presence of His Holy Spirit with us, God speaks.
God also speaks to me in dreams and visions.
We all have dreams during the course of our lives. Dreams usually are manifestations of aspects of our lives where we exercise those things, while we sleep. Good, bad, horrifying, bizarre. Thankfully, most dreams are forgettable.
Yet, I have had some dreams since childhood that are not forgettable. The dreams seem very real and express a message to me. At times, the dreams appear to be visions because I woke from sleep into the vision, or the vision came quickly while awake.
It was not until recently, that I met believers who have had similar dreams, sometimes identical in characters delivering or involved in the messages. The coincidences could not be ignored causing me to realize God was speaking to me through the dreams and visions. So, this entry is to catalog those unforgettable dreams, see if there is a common thread to the dreams, and so I will not forget what God said to me.
Dream/Vision 1 - Blue Angel
Age 4 or 5 years old (1966 or 1967), Salem Hospital ICU for the croup, Salem, MA.
At the age of four or five years old, I developed the croup badly and was hospitalized in an intensive care room, of sorts. The room was an isolation room, gray, windowless except for the window in the gray metal door where the windowpane was reinforced with wire in the diamond pattern. It was a humidifier room that emitted steam from a grated vent in the upper right corner beside my bed. The room was dark but for a fluorescent light in the center of the ceiling. An IV was in my arm which was taped to a board so I wouldn't bend my arm and push the needle into my arm. (IV needles were metal then.) My parents were only allowed to visit during specific visiting hours and so, I was alone, cold, scared and homesick.
One night, a small child was at the end of my gray, metal hospital bed. He grasped the footboard of the bed staring and smiling at me. The child had a blue-white glow about him.
He didn't speak to me, he just smiled. For some reason, that smiling face made me think I would be OK and, my fear and homesickness left for that time.
The doctor, nurses and my parents thought some child in the hospital got out of bed to visit me. I began to think the same thing until later in life when glowing people visited again, and I remembered the child at the end of my hospital bed.
Dream 2 - Welcome to my house
Kindergarten or first grade (5 or 6 years old), Salem, MA
Why dreams have been confusing to me, and for a period of time, caused me to fear sleeping, was due to darkness invading my dreams on rare occasions. It was not until my late 30's when I began reading God's word daily, that I could sift through the memories of the dreams and categorize them as "From God" and "Not from God". Dreams and visions from God could be explained by scripture and historical facts, and recently through shared experiences with other believers. Dreams not from God came from fear, not trusting God, bringing dread and the sense to run away from the dread.
My parents, having been practicing Catholics, weren't equipped to address my good dreams let alone my bad dreams. It took a solid knowledge of scripture to not fear the dreams but embrace them. And over time, the Holy Spirit taught me how to rebuke the enemy, when he did manage to use dreams to scare me into thinking I'm beyond saving.
I was born in Salem, Massachusetts in 1962 and, one of our homes was within a planned development called Witchcraft Heights. My parents built that home and it abutted a hill where the Salem municipal water tower was located. It was also the hill claimed to be where some judgements from the Salem witch trials, took place. In fact, our road was called Gallows Hill Road, because some people accused of witch craft were hung in our backyard. (Others were crushed by boulders or drowned.)
My family was well aware of Salem's witch history. My Aunt Theresa was a docent for the House of Seven Gables and occasionally the Salem Witch Museum. My parents worked the Hawthorne Hotel as newlyweds and, a couple of cousins befriended Lori Cabott, the self-proclaimed Salem Witch and her daughter Penny who followed in her mother's footsteps.
Because of Salem's history, it attracted the occult therefor, I was exposed to its darkness as a young child as it was all around in history, entertainment and commerce.
This dream began as I walked past our Catholic church (St. James Church on Federal Street) near my elementary school. As we climbed the stairs and entered the church, it became a Victorian home with the large staircase off to the left of the foyer.
A skinny figure came dancing down the stairs to greet us. As he approached, dread set in. He came to greet us saying, "Welcome to my home." I began to recognize the darkness, backing away and yelled to wake up, "Wake up, wake up, wake up!"
Fear of darkness set in and caused me to fear sleeping for nearly 20 years, as I didn't want to be trapped in that house. As I grew older, I feared being possessed by Satan because I thought I was unloved by God and a bad person for having these periodic dreams. At nearly age 63, I can count on one hand how many times the enemy invaded dreams but as a child, it was confusing and frightening.
To combat the bad dream and the darkness around me, I spent time in church. As a child in Massachusetts when Catholic churches left front doors unlocked, I would walk to the closest church, open the door, and take a seat to hear prayers being whispered if anyone was there, smell the incense, light a candle (even if I didn't put a coin in the coinbox), look at the stained glass windows, statues and artwork, and pray my little, child prayers. Occasionally a priest would sit with me curious a child was there. This practice continued through college years, as it was comforting.
Starting at the same age as this dream, I had the profound sense the world would end in my lifetime and began asking my parents when the world would end. This wasn't a topic of discussion or teaching in the Catholic church in the late 1960's or 70's. Sometimes I attended mass with my maternal, French speaking grandparents attending the French/Latin service. The Catholic church in the late 60's, was beginning to transition from Latin masses with lace head coverings for the ladies and girls, to English services. Shortly followed by the Jesus Movement bringing the charismatic church in the mid-1970's.
My Mom's answer to the question about the world ending was Catholic inspired; three, non-Italian popes must die or be assassinated, then the world would end. Needless to say, that is a nonsense answer but seemed plausible as a child, especially with the assassinations of the Kennedy's and MLK Jr., along with the Vietnam war playing during the evening news, on our black & white TV.
With my end-of-world questions and sitting in church alone to be near God, my Mom began calling me Jesus Freak. Learning later, it was not meant to be a kind title. However, 30 years later, I began wearing that title proudly knowing it came from the Jesus Movement of late 60's/early 70's.
Dream/Vision 3 - Floating Face
1977, 9th grade in Cockeysville, MD
Sometime in the spring of 1977, while sharing a bedroom with my sister, I woke up to a face staring at me. We had bunkbeds and I slept in the top bunk.
Following my Dad's job, my parents moved the family from Beverly, Massachusetts (Boston area) to Cockeysville, Maryland (Baltimore area). We went from a small, New England saltbox home, to a three-bedroom apartment. With five people in our family - two girls and a boy - my younger sister and I shared a room, once again.
On top of the bookcase beside our bunk beds, which was a pseudo end table for me, I kept a wallet sized print of the Head of Christ by Warner Sallman which I bought at the gift shop at our previous church, La Sallette Shrine. During the Jesus Movement which brought the charismatic movement to the Catholic Church, we attended La Sallette which was a former estate that became a monastery. Before moving, I attended youth group which was as close to a non-denominational church for a catholic church. (I loved it!)
The picture of Jesus stayed next to my bed from Massachusetts to Maryland to New Jersey to Florida to Connecticut and Ohio until my kids claimed it. (I think Sarah has it now.) Each night, I prayed my prayers looking at Jesus's face, kissed the portrait and aimed it at where I would sleep hoping it would ward off bad dreams and my wandering mind.
There on the top of my bunkbed in my shared room, I woke to a face staring at me. He was smiling at me as it hovered over me, watching me sleep. Needless to say, I stared back startled trying to determine if I was sleeping or not. It frightened me, thinking it was a ghost, and I waved at it to disappear.
I got out of bed, brushed my teeth, and headed to the kitchen to have a bowl of cereal before going for a morning run. As I stood there, someone grabbed my arms and me from behind as if to let me know he had my back but, at that moment coupled with the floating face, I was sure some demon was haunting me and broke down crying. My brother found me in the kitchen, having got up for early morning swim practice, crying over my bowl of Cheerios thinking I lost my mind.
It wasn't until years later when I read Zephaniah 3:17 that I realized God was with me and singing over me. What I saw and felt was an answer to my prayers. The Lord your God is with you, He is mighty to save. He will take great delight in you, He will quiet you with His love, He will rejoice over you with singing.
Dream/Vision 4 - Glittering Light
1983, En route between Frostburg, MD and Indianapolis, IN in some Ohio rural town
In March 1983, during my junior/senior year at then Frostburg State College, my parents and sister picked me up from school, to drive to Indianapolis, Indiana to watch the Men's DI NCAA Swimming & Diving Championships. My brother Pat was a freshman at the University of Florida, and he was swimming in his first college national championships of which Florida would win its first Men's title with Pat being one of the main point winners for the team score.
The ride to Indy was not memorable as my parents were not in a good place at the time making the ride uncomfortable. My Dad was also a three-pack a day smoker and unable to smoke in the car because it made my sister and I motion sick. Dad was anxious and Mom was unsympathetic. Along the way, to avoid conversation and motion sickness, I fell deeply asleep in the back seat.
As I slept, suddenly I was surrounded by golden, orange sparkling lights as if glitter was dumped into water and stirred. Yet, it was more than sparkling light. There was a presence there and it was comforting beyond description. I felt surrounded by love and welcomed. So much so that when we pulled over for gas, rest and a fast meal, I didn't want to wake up.
I began hearing voices demanding I wake up, and I asked the Light if I could stay with Him.
I eventually woke up to see my family walking into a Hardees, in some small, rural town likely in Ohio. I had a strange sense that God had been with me and being with Him seemed far better than my current life.
At that time, life within my family was tense. It seemed my parents wanted little to do with my life, as they focused on my brother and his swimming. My sister was in high school, so she was in the midst of a difficult time between my parents. A college friend, Stephanie Roper, was murdered near her hometown, and in September that year, a freshman in my dorm, Joan Charlton, would be murdered on campus of which I was the senior Resident Assistant responsible for that dorm. I was combining my junior and senior year carrying more than 20 credits and did master's level classes. My college running ended due to injuries and health issues I'm only understanding now. I was dancing with the college ballet company, and I worked for the college communications office. My college boyfriend had graduated leaving me with doubts about him in my life. I was planning to graduate in December that year, so the mixed feeling that transition brings had set in. I didn't belong where I was yet, where I would belong was not evident.
The sparkling light and presence of God gave me the feeling of being seen, loved, wanted. I wanted to stay there with Him.
It seems, God started calling. Or perhaps, I finally noticed.
Dream/Vision 5 - That Blue Light Visited Again
Between July 1984 & July 1985, Jacksonville, FL
Having graduated from college in December 1983, called off the engagement to the college boyfriend, I moved with my family to Jacksonville, Florida in July 2024. Dad's job with Holme's Lumber brought us there. Mom found a job with Watson Realty. My poor sister was forced to do her senior year in Jacksonville instead of Cockeysville, MD. My brother was training for the 1984 Olympics with his college team. I began dating my future husband Chauncey and found a job as Assistant Art Director then Art Director with a local, weekly publication of shopping guides. A new life had begun.
I joined St. Joseph's catholic church in Mandarin and went by myself living up to that Jesus Freak title, while also going to Gainesville to party with my new boyfriend Chauncey, a former UF, All American swimmer. I had one foot in a new faith walk, one in working plus Chauncey's world. Whether I stayed in Mandarin or went to Gainesville, many times both worlds collided into drama and I hate drama.
My parents were trying to make their marriage work and, for the time I was home, it seemed to be working. Yet, for some reason, I was in their crosshairs. I'm certain it was the fact that I acted like a daughter when it suited me. I was a renter with a job at other times. And my college-style partying was still alive and kicking. Later in life I learned it was difficult to sleep at nights when my college-age or graduated-and-employed daughters were home and out on the town, thinking the worst would happen. That was probably where my parents were due to my actions.
Having sworn off serious boyfriends wanting to date freely then, realizing I loved Chauncey thinking he was "the one," caught me off guard. We dated on and off for that year, and he was planning to move with K-mart to West Palm Beach to start a management career in retail. I was ready to leave life with my parents and Chauncey's moving away leaving me behind scared me.
I'm not certain when I had the dream or vision; I think it was early spring 1985 as I was in that tension of pre-transition.
Yet again, I was sharing a room with my sister, with five years between us, it was a collision of ages and responsibilities. As a senior in high school, Chris had no responsibilities and as a manager of a department I had some.
I was home sleeping with Chris on her side of the bed sleeping. Suddenly Jesus was in my dream where I began calling, "Jesus! Jesus! Jesus!" I think I wanted Him to solve my life's problems. He didn't answer and I woke up to my cover sheet glowing with blue-white light and fluffing as if I just returned to bed from a bathroom run, still saying, "Jesus! Jesus!".
Jesus said nothing and honestly, I don't remember much more than seeing His afterglow (glory) as I woke up.
Dream/Vision 6 - Two Green Men
1995, married with children, Pataskala, OH
Posted within Truth & Gace; Part 1: Sticky Dreams; November 8, 2013
Prior to this dream, the dreams seemed to be God visiting to provide comfort with an implied message of, "I'm here. I see you. I welcome you. I am with you." However, this dream was a rebuke that shook me to my core and launched me on a growing relationship with God, learning to hear His voice, wanting to follow and be with Him.
In 1985, I accepted Jesus only as Lord by responding to an alter call (at Trinity United Methodist Church in North Palm Beach).I knew I needed Jesus, felt the burning in my heart. Wrapped my feet around the chair to not respond to the alter call, only finding myself walking down the isle to say yes to believing Jesus is Lord. Ten years later in 1995 at an Easter cantata on Palm Sunday (at Pataskala United Methodist Church) realizing I was sinful and needed a savior, I publicly admitting Jesus as my savior. Over those 10 years from 1985 to 1995, my faith grew by de minimis measurements, and I didn't understand my salvation or that I needed saving.
During the cantata, I was provided a small talking part. Along with other people (who could not sing or play an instrument), we were to each stand on cue from our seat within the congregation and say our little line. My line was about needing a savior and recognizing Jesus died for me. I think my line came after a song from Barabas about the innocent man taking his deserved punishment. We had two services, and I said my line for both services. Each time, what I said rung loudly in my ears and burned in my heart. I was overcome by emotions saying words through gasps and tears, to the horror of my elementary school-age daughters and husband. I knew I needed saving and received Jesus as savior that Palm Sunday, unknown to the congregation, except my ladies' circle. After the second service, the little ladies in my senior women's circle group gathered around me hugging me saying they had been praying for me, as I wept on their shoulders.
Shortly, after that salvation moment, I began picking my way through learning God's Word through my Sunday school, Wednesday church gatherings, and senior women's circle group. I started reading the little Streams in the Dessert devotionals found in stores around the area. I was using my Oxford study Bible from my college course Old Testament as Literature where Catholics and Jewish students joined to read the Bible (Catholics) or read the Christian Bible (Jews).
Up until that time, I was afraid to read Revelation as it scared me to death. Remember, I had the feeling as a child I would see the end of time in my lifetime. Not being fluent in the Bible nor knowing anyone who was, Revelation seemed to be off limits. (Now I love Revelation.)
But God decided to wake me from my comfort and complacency. How I didn't wake Chauncey that night, I am unsure.
The dream starts in our Pataskala farmhouse with me walking from our bedroom/bathroom down the hallway towards the kitchen. There was a fierce lightning storm happening outside where the lightning flashed so quickly like a strobe light, and when you looked outside during this lightning, objects looked reverse like a film negative. This type of storm usually meant a tornado was about to strike.
I was looking for Chauncey to head with him and our girls to the basement to ride out the tornado and storm. I swung through our dining room, to our sun porch and out the door to the driveway finding Chauncey outside pulling items inside the garage for safety.
I said to Chauncey, "Chaunce, stop! We need to get inside! There's no need to worry about that stuff!"
Just then, I realized it was calm outside. The lightning had stopped; the sky was clear and filled with stars. "Where was the storm," I thought.
Suddenly, two bald men were in front of me. Their sudden appearance startled me. They appeared to be in their 30s or 40s, relatively good shape, and glowing with a green color.
They looked at me as if to look piercingly straight through me and said, "That's right! You don't need to worry about stuff. You need to worry about Him!" as they pointed to the star-filled, nighttime sky.
Suddenly, I heard the stars singing praise. Thousands upon thousands of voices praising God, as the stars fell from the sky first forming a locust face then falling to fill the trees around our farmhouse like summer fireflies do.
The two men were gone, yet thousands of cats were walking through our property, from the east walking due west; from the highway through our yard and out the backside of our property.
I shot up awake yelling, "I'm not ready! I'm not ready!" nearly hyperventilating knowing I was not ready to meet God.
Our farm in Pataskala, Ohio. The top is north, the right is east. Our home was behind the fish pond. The animal barn is at the top with the pole barn below it, and a small sheep shed in the middle between the house and barns. (The new owner has built another home behind the animal and pole barns.)From this point onward, I began reading God's Word nearly daily first through devotionals, then on my own, following radio teaching pastors; through study plans and books, Sunday schools and disciple groups. It's been 30 years since that dream, and it led to a consistent time with God in His Word. My practice is to wake up early daily, make a pot of tea and spend time with God. Over the decades, I'm amazed at God continually speaking to me, as I learn more about Him, even in my routine, inexperience and inaptness. God speaks and He communes with the lowly.
When I crossover to heaven, I hope to meet those two beings and thank them for scaring me into following Jesus.
Because of this dream, I had to venture into Revelation and other prophetic books of the Bible, to understand what God's message was to me. From time to time, God reveals another aspect of that dream. For instance, in 2024, I learned about the cats.
This is what I've learned to date.
- Chauncey's life verse is don't worry about what money buys; his verse beginning in 2005 is Matthew 6:25-34; it's become a rebuke to me since 2024.
- Two witnesses - Revelation 11:3
- Locusts are usually judgment to take away abundance or they are acceptable food; John the Baptizer ate locusts and wild honey (or figs) as his food in the wilderness
- Stars falling - Mark 13:25, Revelation 6:13
- Fear the One who can destroy both soul and body in hell - Matthew 10:28
- Cats - Following WWII, Britain mandated that cats be brought to Palestine to curtail the rat infestation; the cats reproduced rapidly and moved into Israel which now has a feral cat problem with 2 million+ stray cats
My friend Denisha and her husband Bruce had the very same dream, the same night at the same time in 2024 and, guess who gave them their message - for Denisha it was two bald men; Bruce had one bald man. These angels are getting around.
Dream/Vision 7 - What's in me
2013, empty nesters in Gainesville, FL
Posted within: Truth & Grace, Part 1: Sticky Dreams
At this time in my life, I was in the midst of a large land-use project with my work. The project was going well with great community support but, I felt the opposition growing. With my dreams at this point in my life, if a dark presence invaded, I confidently yelled that what was in me was stronger than what's in the world and whatever that darkness has to leave. Yet this dream reminded me Who I was relying on to protect me. It wasn't my perceived goodness. It wasn't my ability to quote scripture or my words. It was the Supreme God of all creation.
I found myself outside in the dark in an open area, with oak trees surrounding me – the size of scrub oaks. I was on an empty cul-de-sac and the road glistened from what must have been a recent rain. There was some light glowing on the cul-de-sac so I could see around the area well enough as if it were a streetlight.
Some wicked looking cat passed by me. It had just appeared in front of me and ran almost charging at me. I just remember it being a black cat with skinny, pointy features and the size of an ordinary house cat.
Then the cat charged back towards the cul-de-sac away from me, skidded to a stop while spinning around to face me. As it did, it changed in its appearance to a sleek, black, wild cat – fierce like a bobcat – only with a long, sharp tail, pointy ears and it doubled in size. It swished its tail fiercely as if to cut the air around it. That’s when I realized the situation I was in – I was dreaming, and Satan was there.
As the wild cat prepared to charge me, it changed its appearance once again. This time it became a mangy lion – if you have ever seen the animated film “The Lion King,” the lion reminded me of Scar the evil lion who was thinner and cleverer than massive and powerful. Again, the lion grew in size when it went from wild cat to lion.
As the lion began to advance, I stood my ground and for some reason, I was not afraid. My feet were planted about shoulder width apart, my hands balled into fists with my arms straightened beside me. I leaned towards the charging lion, opened my mouth and began to scream at the lion only no words or screams came out. I was silent. I was screaming silently.
I didn’t tell the lion that God was in me. Didn’t tell the lion, who I now recognized as Satan, to leave.
Oddly, I was overconfident about my abilities facing Satan and I was just trying to yell “Shut up!” yet no words were coming out.
During this standoff, I realized that I was relying more on my ability than on the truths of God. And yet, just as the lion was about to pounce on me, it skidded to an abrupt stop while trying to back-peddle leaning back to avoid me and shut its mouth tightly out of fear.
That’s when I sensed something very big was standing right behind me. Something very powerful was behind me and that is who scared the lion shut.
It was God and He was protecting me. He shut the mouth of that lion as I was unable. (Daniel 6:4-27)
Dream/Vision 8 - Will you join me?
2014, empty nesters in Gainesville, FL
Posted within: Dying to Self
This dream is also one that was so vivid, so real, it rattles around in my mind regularly. It was a revelation and a calling. A revelation that I wanted to stay with Jesus in my comfort and not go where He called. And it was a calling to join Jesus in the most dangerous work, the work of saving others.
Recently, a friend who is similar in age to my daughters, shared a very similar dream with me. We were sharing how we hear from God and shared we each have heard God through dreams and visions. We each had the same dream, a decade-plus apart.
For me, my dream was at the onset of a large land-use project I was involved with through work. That project impacted my life in many ways from good to bad. After the work was done and Chauncey and I relocated to Fernandina, I thought the dream was about the calling into that project. I even referred to the dream in an entry "Dying to Self" linked above, as I processed through the experience. Now, I think the dream was more about calling me into a journey with Jesus that will end for me, when I crossover to Heaven.
At the time, we lived in Gainesville, Florida and this is the dream.
I was standing on the edge of a high cliff, looking down onto a consuming battle between two forces. Neither force was winning, as the dust clouds from each side of the battle were consuming one another. One side seemed to gain advantage, then the other side did. This visual repeated showing no clear winner.
Petrified of heights, not wanting to fall from the cliff into the battle, I cautiously moved back from the edge. I felt a presence beside me to my right, looked up to come face to face with Jesus.