Dreams. Interpretations. Truths.

Let me start this post by giving you some background. 

Chief and I have been married almost 6 years.  I love him more than I ever thought possible, and my love for him grows daily.  We’ve been through so many rough spots and so many blessings and I am always amazed at how our love emerges.  I have a very close friend who brought something to my attention once.  She pointed out that a Godly marriage wasn’t just about you and your spouse.  The vows you took are a covenant between three: God being the most important.  With that, God doesn’t break His covenants, so when you get married and make a covenant with God He holds together that bond even when our ignorance and satan’s best is in front of us.  Many times I know that God has held together our covenant and I am so thankful for an almighty powerful God who keeps His Word.  I am also thankful that we chose to put God first in our marriage, so that our covenant indeed included Him.

That being said, I didn’t always listen to God.  I still don’t, but that’s not really relevant right now and I’m working on it.  I got married to my first husband when I was 17.  When I say I didn’t always listen to God, I mean it.  I STILL remember God telling me a hundred times, SCREAMING in my head not to get married, the day before, as I was getting ready, and as I walked down the aisle.  Yeah, I know, dumb.  I can’t even say I didn’t know, I knew.  I knew it was God, I just didn’t want to listen.  I had something to prove.  Well, we suffered through 4 years and I think I paid for not listening a million times over every time he did something.  And boy oh boy did he do stuff.  Again, neither here nor there.  I was young and I would do anything for him.  Ignorant is probably the best term.

Anyway, to the point.  Dreams.  Often I have terrible dreams and nightmares about my ex-husband.  Dreams where I’m asking his permission, where he is assaulting me, just plain bad dreams.  For years these dreams have occurred, haunting me.  Sending doubt into my mind about my life, about my relationship with God, about all sorts of things. 

A little more (relevant) background.  My baby brother, who is today 22 has been on drugs since he was 15.  I don’t know exactly when or how it started, I just know it has been bad.  He is in rehab now, has been for a while.  *Praises to our God*  Today he called and told me he has been having dreams too.  Dreams about drugs.  He didn’t give me the details, just that they sent him into a terrible mood that kept him angry for days. 

Given my dreams, you can imagine that I can relate.  Perhaps he is seeing the wrongs of his past like I do of my own.  This knowledge gave me two things that I am thankful for:

1.      I was able to take something that haunted me and use it to witness God’s greatness to my brother. 

a.      There are scriptures about dreams being used by God, but also by satan.

b.      Satan wants in our head, he’ll do it through any means he can.  We are weak in our sleep, as we can’t control what goes through.  Though I do believe that with prayer his ability will be diminished, I speak God’s power to keep my thoughts.

c.      We need to make a distinction between visions that come from God and those that come from Satan and his demons. In Matthew 17:1-9, Jesus gave Peter, James and John a vision of the kingdom of God coming to the earth—this is a case of God using a vision. In I Samuel 28:3-20, a “familiar spirit” was “brought up,” disguised as the deceased prophet Samuel, to inform Saul of his impending doom—this is a case of Satan using a vision.  (Taken from here)  

2.      God was able to use my brother to help me to realize how satan was using my past, the part of my life that has died and had not been reborn, to pull me back.  The devil used my dreams to put doubt and fear into my mind, taking away from the love God has given my husband and I.

Most of you know I don’t normally write about this kind of thing, but today I felt like I needed to.  Maybe one of you needs to hear about it, maybe I just needed the catharsis that comes from writing.  Regardless, I hope that it helps you.  If nothing else, I hope that you’ll take a minute today and pray for my baby brother.  He has yet to experience life as an adult without drugs and has many challenges to overcome before he will, but I know that God can prevail.  I’d appreciate any prayers you could send up with me, asking that God guide him, keep him, and use him.

I’d love comments.  Any really.  What are your thoughts?  Know any scriptures that relate?  If you have a message for my brother, I’ll gladly send it to him.  We never know how God will speak to us.  Maybe He will use you to say something no one else has. 

Thank you for reading and may God Bless you.