"The Prophetic Dream Of What Was To Come" January 9, 2017

In early January of 2017, I had a very detailed, very prophetic, dream of how the rest of 2017 was going to play out. I shared the dream with my family on 1/9/17 and, while we tried to remain optimistic of how we interpreted it, looking back on it now, it was God preparing us for what was to come.

"I had a very long and very detailed dream the other night. I was helping dad put together another large church play. I was in charge of running the slides which would be projected on a large overhead screen via a digital projector. 

The play was buttoned up and everything was ready to go. The cast was confident. The choir and the music director, Jenny Reum, had all the music sounding beautiful and every song was timed out perfectly to the production. 

However, not long before the play would begin, we had to suddenly move the entire production to a different church. It was made clear to me that, by moving the production to this other church, more people would be reached by the message the play had to convey.

Yet, just hours before the production began, I realized this church didn't have a digital projector. As massive amounts of people began to arrive by the droves, I frantically began searching for a digital projector. But somehow this production had also caught the attention of the local media and news reporters and photographers began to arrive.  Still, I was desperately searching for the projector.

To make matters worse, in the midst of the chaos, Caroline had left to get something out of our car and she had been gone for a long time. As I went all through this huge church looking for a projector, I was also looking for her. When I finally did find her, I asked her what took her so long? She explained that someone had hit our car parked in the church parking lot, but didn't know who. However, my biggest concern at the moment was still finding a projector.

Finally, a projector was located. The only caveat was that it was a very old overhead projector and all the slides in the production would need to be completely rewritten by hand with a sharpie on transparency. Unfortunately, there was no time to do this. I somberly sat down in the pews next to dad and Jenny Reum and we prayed. Still, the media, guests and congregation were waiting and there was no production to begin.

To the devastation of dad and disappointment of the rest, dad went up on stage and, with tears in his eyes and his face filled with stress, told everyone there would be no play today. You could see and hear the heartbreak in his voice and face. He was defeated. I had never seen dad look like this. It broke my heart.

So, filled with determination and resilience, I pushed through the crowd of disappointed spectators and climbed up on stage. I grabbed the microphone and spoke to the small crowd that was still seated. I told them with complete confidence that God had a plan through all of this and even though we didn't get to do what we wanted to do, I believe His purpose was accomplished even though I don't know what that was. And I still love him.

I wish the prophet Daniel was still around to interpret this dream. It seems extremely too detailed to just be gibberish thoughts brought on by stress or food.