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Re: I had a wierd dream.
I had this weird dream...I'm in a dark mansion, I'm a family member of this household and I'm desperately trying to get out. I'm sneeking around, because if I'm spotted by someone I will be in serious trouble. Anyway...I can remember thinking that I have got to find God so I can be safe and free. I decide to try one of the rooms. I open the door and the room is full of this light that is multicolored (beautiful in a weird way). My first thought is that maybe God is here. But, the light is more than radiant. It is alive. And it is drawing me into the other side of the room. Soon every lustful pleasure I ever felt while entertaining sin starts to fill me. I hate it, but I am succumbing to it ...being drawn in closer to a figure on the other side of the room. I make it out. It's a demon...surrounded by this living light. His light is the darkest sin that my soul take pleasure in. The demons pretty badass...fangs, claws, scales. The thing is fashioned for one purpose...to devour me and my soul. So I'm being drawn in, I get closer and the pleasures from lust are tormenting me because I know I shouldn't like it. Even worse, every thought I have seems to draw me closer to my would be Destroyer. I start to think "I was only trying to find God? What is happenng to me?" Soon I'm paralyzed by fear...and I can barely speak. I struggle with everything within me to speak the word "Jesus..." and then I wake up in my bed saying the rest of the sentence "...please help me!" This had to be one of the most disturbing dreams I ever had. I was wiped out for days- no energy at all. I asked God in prayer for an interpretation of the dream. And what I got from it, after a year of prayer, is that the pleasure I take in sin was keeping me a prison in Satan's House. And the hidden sins of my heart were keeping me from a relationship with God...and would eventually destroy me. But, the beginning of my deliverence began by me being broken enough to seek mercy from God through trusting in Jesus Christ. I was seeking this wonderful meeting with God, and got a painful lesson in how steeped in sin I am...and that even though God's gift of salvation is free, He still requires confession and a turning away from sin...before He can begin to help us.
I had this weird dream...I'm in a dark mansion, I'm a family member of this household and I'm desperately trying to get out. I'm sneeking around, because if I'm spotted by someone I will be in serious trouble. Anyway...I can remember thinking that I have got to find God so I can be safe and free. I decide to try one of the rooms. I open the door and the room is full of this light that is multicolored (beautiful in a weird way). My first thought is that maybe God is here. But, the light is more than radiant. It is alive. And it is drawing me into the other side of the room. Soon every lustful pleasure I ever felt while entertaining sin starts to fill me. I hate it, but I am succumbing to it ...being drawn in closer to a figure on the other side of the room. I make it out. It's a demon...surrounded by this living light. His light is the darkest sin that my soul take pleasure in. The demons pretty badass...fangs, claws, scales. The thing is fashioned for one purpose...to devour me and my soul. So I'm being drawn in, I get closer and the pleasures from lust are tormenting me because I know I shouldn't like it. Even worse, every thought I have seems to draw me closer to my would be Destroyer. I start to think "I was only trying to find God? What is happenng to me?" Soon I'm paralyzed by fear...and I can barely speak. I struggle with everything within me to speak the word "Jesus..." and then I wake up in my bed saying the rest of the sentence "...please help me!" This had to be one of the most disturbing dreams I ever had. I was wiped out for days- no energy at all. I asked God in prayer for an interpretation of the dream. And what I got from it, after a year of prayer, is that the pleasure I take in sin was keeping me a prison in Satan's House. And the hidden sins of my heart were keeping me from a relationship with God...and would eventually destroy me. But, the beginning of my deliverence began by me being broken enough to seek mercy from God through trusting in Jesus Christ. I was seeking this wonderful meeting with God, and got a painful lesson in how steeped in sin I am...and that even though God's gift of salvation is free, He still requires confession and a turning away from sin...before He can begin to help us.
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