Thanksgiving 2020

Happy Thanksgiving 🦃

In light of the year it’s been, this Thanksgiving’s “thankful for’s” could be very different from years past. I know mine is but in everything we are to be thankful.

“Rejoice always and delight in your faith; be unceasing and persistent in prayer; in every situation [no matter what the circumstances] be thankful and continually give thanks to God; for this is the will of God for you in Christ Jesus.”
‭‭1 Thessalonians‬ ‭5:16-18‬ ‭AMP‬‬

Scripture tells us that Jesus will have a second coming and that we should be prepared for that day, every day, because we do not know the day nor the hour of His return.

“But of that [exact] day and hour no one knows, not even the angels of heaven, nor the Son [in His humanity], but the Father alone. For the coming of the Son of Man (the Messiah) will be just like the days of Noah.”
‭‭Matthew‬ ‭24:36-37‬ ‭AMP‬‬

So for 2020’s world changing year, I am thankful that Jesus has given me a second (multiple) chance (chances) to get my affairs in order. While I am saved, this trying year has taught me that I need to prepare more than ever for Jesus’ return. Some things I thought were important to me aren’t as important as I thought while other things I thought weren’t so important are very important. Thank you Jesus for never giving up on me!

So, what are you thankful for this year? Comment below…

Dreams

Do you believe that dreams mean something? I know some people that do and some people that don’t. Some dreams are so real sometimes that I’ve woke myself up, more than once, crying real tears. Tonight I had a strange one. It seemed so real during the dreaming time that when I finally woke up, or got woken up I should say, it’s left me scratching the top of my head wondering what it means.

I wonder why we dream at all? Are they significantly purposeful ya think? Do they truly have meanings behind them?

Most nights I don’t have any dreams at all. Some nights I’ll have several in one night. Then there’s those that leave such an impression that it keeps me awake for a while before I can go back to sleep. Then there’s the very few that have left me thinkin on them for days on end.

Tonight it was one of those that’s got me thinkin, staying awake talking to God, and now writing, typing actually, it down for y’all to ponder with me.

Today was like any other day I suppose. My husband and I spent the day together. He went to town this morning to have the oil changed in our car but was back home before I woke up. He’s an early riser ALL THE TIME! I, on the other hand, enjoy sleeping in. I don’t like to be woke up. I’d rather sleep until my body decides it’s had enough rest for one day. Once I did wake up though, we did our usual just hangin out around the house together kinda day. He even cooked us a wonderful supper this evening. We didn’t watch anything out of the norm on tv. Every Friday and Saturday night we watch Live PD then go to bed.

I can’t think of any reason to have the kind of dream that I had, especially to have been woken up by my husband. He said I was hollering for him so loudly that it woke him up. In my dream I know I was trying to yell and couldn’t but I didn’t know it was a dream until he woke me up.

We have two recliners side by side in our living room and, in my dream, I was still in mine but my husband had already laid down. In our bedroom we have a small window unit in and I knew I’d need to holler loud enough for him to hear me over the unit so I was trying to scream but nothing was coming out. It was so weird! It was like I was out of my body hovering over myself and I could see everything so clearly. I was in my recliner and the enemy himself was holding me down and covering my mouth. My entire body was like jello. I couldn’t move! I couldn’t talk! And I sure enough couldn’t scream! I kept trying. I tried to get up only to be shoved back down. I was trying to lift my arms and they literally, from the top view, looked like an episode of Sponge Bob Square Pants where his arms were just wavy. I had no control over them. I finally began trying to shout rebukes in the name of Jesus and I slowly began to regain control over myself. I began to sing “Jesus Loves Me” as loud and mumbling as possible. The more I said Jesus and sang out loud, even though my words weren’t clear, the less the enemy had control over me. I was FINALLY free enough to stand to my feet. Once I stood up I said “Satan you must flee from me IN THE NAME OF JESUS because you have no control over me” and just like that, he fled. Then I began yelling for my husband again and that’s when he woke me up because he heard me in real life yelling his name. He asked if I was alright and told me I must’ve been dreaming then he went right back to sleep and I can’t.

I don’t know how to interpret dreams but there was one man in the Bible named Joseph that could. I wonder what he’d tell me my dream meant?