Key To Forgiveness (dream)

Last night I had a full story dream I am going to share it with you now and hope that it encourages someone out there

The Key To Forgiveness

It was a sunny cool day in downtown somewhere. Our church group had decided to take a day trip after our Bible study for lunch. All 12 of us piled in the old red church van and headed downtown. The streets were crowded at lunch time so the driver parked our van on a side street. We all wanted to have lunch at a different restaurant. So we came up with a plan to go to the deli or restaurant of our choice and meet back on the corner spot with the most outside tables.
I started walking back past the alley where the van was parked to get to the bagel shop across the street when all of the sudden a man in a black woolen hat and leather jacket jumped out from behind our van and grabbed me. I struggled hard and managed to back away. Just then the man dipped into my pocket to take my cell phone. I took this half a second to plant myself and shove him backwards. The man fell with a thunk on the sidewalk. I looked on as blood spilled from his head. Someone had called the police. I heard the sirens and felt a touch on my arm and saw the shadow of a blue uniform. But before I could say thank you , the police man twisted my arm back and started to cuff me. He thought I was the bad person shoving someone down to get to their cell phone! I panicked. A crowd of spectators was gathering with various reports of the incident. I backed away slowly while the officer was taking notes. I started shaking and wanted shelter. My church friends were still inside the other restaurants ordering their lunch. I saw an open cop car and crawled in behind the drivers seat like a scared child. I heard my pastors voice explaining that he had no idea what happened. Then all I heard was the rush of blood in my ears and the pounding of my heart as I sat curled up in the seat well. Suddenly there was a hand of a man wearing a light blue work shirt. In his hand he held out a brass key with the loop in the shape of a heart. I felt I should take it. I did. Underneath the key were the words FORGIVEN written in blue ink on the man's palm.
2 weeks had gone by in my dream. The key was tied around my neck with a black ribbon. It was my security as I testified in court about the attack. The court case was a very stressful ordeal for me. I had to retell the attack in front of my attacker and dozens of people. I also had to testify why I resisted arrest. Being in a panic after being jumped on from behind I thought the officer was another attacker! Who was wrong? Who was guilty? I was so confused.
I came home and stood in front of the bathroom mirror and looked at my exhausted self. Then I started shaking and the shaking got stronger until I finally collapsed in a heap of tears on the bathroom floor clutching the brass key with the heart. Shaking shaking and crying I writhed in pain and guilt . When finally the shaking subsided I opened my fist and saw the key. Only this time there was a spot of blood in my palm where the key had dug in and a pink heart indentation where the ring pressed it's mark on my hand......FORGIVEN ......
Then I woke up

2 Dreams

The first one I was looking up at a hospital and saw in a window hanging 12 Ilima leis. ilima leis represent royalty in Hawaii. A princess was born! The next window was blank but I head a mom say "Jeremy His name is Jeremy" I knew she meant the Jeremy that tormented me. Then I heard the Lord say "I have a plan for every one! It is their own wrong choices that change it"

The other part A man walked up to me wearing a green polo shirt and a mad face. He asked me "how do I get money away from Christians?!" I had just read this interesting passage of scripture in a book Haggai 2:8 The silver is mine and the gold is mine!' says the Lord

Finally I had a vision while I was reading my devotions. I felt my left hand very heavy and my right hand was as light as a feather. The left hand I saw my prayer beads and my sword of the Lord. My right hand had nothing. I heard the Lord say You have been very good in prayer and singing but not so good in recieving. You have recieved my daily provisions but you have not trusted to recieve miracles for you skin and others.

wow ok that was a good scolding 

Graham Assembly of God

The little white clapboard church stood unassumingly in the shadow of the tall pine trees. You could drive right by and miss it. That little church held the most precious memories of the people who loved God and made me feel like family. Every summer my sister Julie and I would make the plane trip up to Washington state to spend time with our mom on a farm in Graham. The farm once belonged to my great grandmother. It was bought by the neighbor Larry Doeskin. In a strange twist of fate, my mom met Larry while he was on layover driving a rig in California. She was newly divorced working as a teller in a bank that he happened to stop at. They connected instantly and became married within a year. My mom moved into her childhood house, now owned by her new husband. So as kids we got to roam around the woods and cow pasture every day picking dandelions and playing with the kittens. On Sunday it was Church time! Mom got all pretty in the tiny pink bathroom. I remember lots of Aqua Net and big hair. Us girls piled into the Chevy and made our entrance as the Snow girls from California; our last name was Snow.
Once we got to the little church in the woods time stood still. The white church looked like it wouldn't hold more than a few people. There was the crackle of tires coming to a stop on a dirt gravel parking area. We entered holding hands my sister and I. Mom introduced us as her girls Julie age 8 Andrea age 10. Everyone was smiling!  And everyone had big hair! In inhaled the aroma of coffee brewing in a large urn in the kitchen while saying hi politely to all who extended their welcome. More often we got big hugs and that is what I loved the most. The first person I remember was Sally Fields. She towered over me with the hugest smile and brightest laugh I had ever seen on a person. I asked her if she would like to see me tap dance. As I showed off my tapping skills in my new patent leather shoes her grin got bigger and bigger. She was genuinely interested in me! That was a shock because we were brought up to be quiet around adults. Sally Fields really wanted to get to know me. That was nice.
The organ started up and a hush filled the entry as people stilled conversations and filed into the seats in the sanctuary that were actually old movie seats complete with worn red velvet cushions. The sanctuary smelled like lemon oil and ladies perfume. Candice Carolson the pastor's wife pumped out What a Friend We Have In Jesus which progressed into a lively This Is The Day That The Lord Hath Made. Infact that became what I call The Graham Assembly March. We sang This Is The Day as the first song every Sunday for 15 years! Everyone was clapping and having a great time. This was very different from the church I went to with my grandma in Los Angeles with its stained glass and silent pews and large hymnals and a lofty choir. No this was real! This was meeting God!. Then the organ would die down and Steve Couch picked up on the piano with a softer sweeter melody of quiet worship. Songs like Emmanuel, Our God Reigns. and Jesus Is The Sweetest Name I Know  lifted the congregation to His throne. The pastor or assistant pastor Dave Rassmusen would take over in booming bass All Hail King Jesus All Hail Emanuel!. Then to my surprise there would be a "word of knowledge " Random people chosen by God would stand up and deliver a word of encouragement or chastisement to the church. As a kid I didn't know what to make of this even after my mom explained it to me it still remained a great God mystery. Over all this was a freedom and a breath of fresh air that I had not felt while living in California. The sheer white curtains would move softly in the breezes of the open window that mirrored the Breath of the Holy Spirit when His presence filled the sanctuary. And Let The Temple Be Filled With His Glory and Let The Courts Be Filled With His Praise and Let Us Worship the Lord in the Holy of Holies Zion Rejoices Again. Another song comes to mind; In Moments Like These...I sing out a song I sing out a love song to Jesus....singing I love you Lord... Mom was a great singer and I loved listening to her harmonizing with the music. Sometimes the songs would touch her and make her weep. Mascara would run down her cheeks as she cried happy tears. We all waited on the Holy Spirit to do His work. Waiting on Jesus. It was so peaceful.
Next came the collection plate and then the pastor would stand up to preach. A good sermon always had a lot "and the LORD sayeth!" I liked doodling on the bulletins while my mom listened along with her Bible on her lap highlighting all the good scriptures. Once in while she would slip us some gum if we got restless.
The family of God: I'm so glad to be a part of the family of God. I've been washed in the fountain cleansed by His Blood. Joint heirs with Jesus as we travel along. I'm a part of the family; the family of God. During meet and greet everyone shook hands or hugged with a good "God Bless you" I tugged on mom's arm "who is that?" Mom said "that is Sister Booth"  I had heard of sisters in the Catholic religion but I had never heard of one in the Christian churches. Mom went on to explain that "That is how we address our elders here. Sister Booth is one of the oldest members of our church. She walks 5 miles to get here every Sunday. She has her own farm and milks her own cows. " Sister Booth smelled of moth balls on her old woolen coat and tennis shoes. Wow I thought She wears sneakers to church. Of course that makes sense if she walks to church. Some people offered her rides but most of the time she declined with a wave of her tiny hand. Greeting Sister Booth was like greeting a saint in heaven. Her eyes glistened and her countinence radiated the peace of God. If we asked how she was doing she just replied "I'm fine and Jesus just gets sweeter and sweeter" That was an odd answer to me. How does the person Jesus get sweeter? Can we taste Jesus? Food for thought in my 10 year old mind. But I did make it a point to say hello to her on the Sundays she was there. On the Sundays she was not there. the pastor would lift up a verbal prayer "For our Dear Sister Booth"
   Sing-Spiration! One Sunday every summer was dedicated to sing-spiration. The whole Sunday night was to give praise to God through our talents. The pastor led us with his trumpet. Many trios and duets belted out old gospel hymns. When the roll is called up yonder. The sweet by and by, and Oh Happy Days. The pastor's wife always took this opportunity to pound out her special rendition of If It Wasn't For The Lighthouse Where Would This Old Ship Be.  But by far the best kept secret was Martha Couch. She was a humble lady who prefered to stay in the background She loved to keep the church clean from top to bottom and usually sat in the back. She always had a praise report for my mom "Oh and you know what the Lord did for me today Gloria?!" I got privaledged to many of these praise reports since my mom liked to hang around until the doors were closed. Anyway on these special Sunday nights, there was a hush as Martha quietly unpacked her violin... Soft strains of Amazing Grace filled the room until there was no dry eye. The finale was Martha's violin vibrating The Old Rugged Cross...where at last my burdens lay down. I will cling to the old rugged cross and exchange it someday for a crown. Some times we would be called to kneel and pray after this song Sometimes there would be Communion..And sometimes we would just leave in a reverent hush back to our cars...
   Fast forward 5 years. My sister and I still enjoy the blessing of being with our mom during the summer in Washington and at Graham Assembly of God. There is a new pastor in town. He is short with white blond hair and fast mind. He is quickly nicknamed The Fireball!. Pastor John Waring. There is a new wave of the Spirit with the heart of the Lord for young people. And Julie and I just happened to be young and ride that wave!. My years in school were hard on me; but again Graham Church provided a refuge from the storms of emotional hurts. My church family embraced us. We got the royal welcome as the Snow Girls which lasted about 3 weeks of extra hugs and special visits to catch up on the years. And...there were some new faces in the congregation...hot dog some nice looking young folks to mingle with!. The Vanderhoff clan had 2 boys that became our best friends and my first crush. The Ford family had handsome young buck along with someone else who was disabled. The pastor jumped in; reaching out where ever he could. He turned the church around literally. What used to be the entrance was blocked off. An alter was built with 3 steps and light blue carpet with a kneeling rail. The best thing was that he installed a wooden ramp for our friend Chris to roll right on into church. This pastor cared and had big dreams. Plans were quickly drawn up to build a new church just down the road facing beautiful Mr Rainier. He was excited, the kids were excited and we were moving and grooving in the Holy Ghost! It was still This Is The Day That The Lord Has Made and we  still Entered His Gates With Thanksgiving in Our Hearts and Into His Courts With Praise, but there was a lot more zeal and zest to our entry!. During worship the praise and the room got hotter!. Literally the sanctuary got HOT with the presence of the Lord! All the men would be perspiring and wiping their brow with their hands lifted high to God. These same gentlemen had to be catchers for ladies going down on the floor under the power of the Holy Spirit. Mom was always one of the first to go down. I never went forward because I had a secret fear of falling even though I knew I was safe in Jesus and these kind men, I just couldn't take the step forward. So I watched and prayed with my hands and eyes open. We praised God with wonderful new songs such as Pastor Jack Hayford's Majesty and As The Deer Panteth For The Water So My Soul Longeth After Thee, ending with unending rounds of I Exalt Thee. It was as if God took His cue from that song. His presence filled the room and people began speaking in tongues and falling under His awesome power. I still did not understand all the gifts and working of things like speaking in tongues but it was a lot more peaceful and powerful than before. Every summer the youth got to go to Camp Cedar Springs for Christian renewal. When they came back they were on fire. They sat in the front row and the pastor had long prayer sessions just for us. I got to go to camp one year. It was good. But church was better.
   The next summer the whole church had moved into the new church building. It was great but incomplete. We met in the rec room with plans for the main sanctuary hanging on the walls. I often wondered why our pastor did not start with the main sanctuary as I believed that was where we met God. Of course God can meet us anywhere. And meet us he did.. I never saw the new sanctuary. There was never enough funds to build it. I often walked out in the field where it would have been according to the drawings. I would shed a tear because the cathedral style windows were to face Mt Rainier where we could see it's majesty and God's majesty at the same time. I would walk in circles singing praise songs over and over in that vacant spot.
   Over the next 3 years we continued to meet in the new church building. I was 19 when I finally had my first personal encounter with the Baptism of the Holy Spirit. Pastor John had left and a new pastor was installed. Pastor Stump took over with a little more "old school" preaching. His favorite passages were about heaven. Which happened to be my favorite scriptures too. We sang songs like When the Roll is Called Up Yonder again and The sweet By and By Pastor Stump often mentioned Bullah land. During this time a special minister from Africa was conducting meetings in various houses and churches in the area. I got touched by the Lord when he was ministering to someone who was filled with demonic influences. The ladies pushed me back to the back of the church and said "PRAY" I reached out in faith while we sang There is Power in the Blood and Oh the Blood of Jesus. I began praying in a different language. Then I started laughing until I was full of the Joy of the Lord! The person got delivered, saved, and baptized that night and gave a wonderful testimony to Jesus saving grace. I got baptized in the Holy Ghost! Back church I was almost uncontainable in my zeal for God every mention of His name made me want to laugh and hug everyone. This was my church my God my Jesus and my family in God.
  Pastor Stump has since gone on to meet Jesus in heaven.
 Jesus launched me into service and sent me to Hawaii to take care of my grandmother. I went to many other churches in my lifetime. I have a church family back here in California now. But I will always have my heart in the little church in Graham Washington. amen

Follow Me: Jesus

I saw his bloody footprints in the dust..as I fell on my face in tears. He turned and said Follow Me.
I saw myself in a plaid shirt kneeling in front of some lady with my hands under her chin. Jesus said "you will catch many tears"
Jesus I want to follow Your Heart and Your Crown..even Your Crown of Thorns.

Owl Spirit

The owl in my vision looked just like this one I just did a search for Owl Grey Beak and this is the one that she looked like! (note: I showed this picture to a friend who loves owls and studies them This is a Snowy Owl. The females and juveniles are mostly white the males have the stripes. So the one I saw was all white concluding that this was a female in my vision)
 I just wanted to share an owl experience I had with you. I have been seeing a lot about owls on the internet and talking with my sister. I believe this made me open to help one out. A white owl showed up in my inner vision while I was taking a bath today. She came up close and showed me her broken beak. She said "hello Andrea Spirit some one said I could trust you" I saw a picture of a red panda. Then she asked "do you think one of your kind could fix this. ?" I felt it hanging off my face like a hang nail. "she said It is hard for me to eat sometimes." I asked a dumb question Are you male or female she said " I don't know... I had babies...and she looked down at her feet where there were eggs and chicks. Ok back to your beak. So there are some good people and some not so good people. The bad people want to cut down your trees. The good people are looking up and are watching for your kind. Look for the people who are looking up! They may even have binoculars things up to their eyes to see better. I showed her a picture of a person looking though binoculars. Look for those people. I also said you have to be very humble and trust much. But I think our persons can fix your beak. Then she flew off
Footnote:
I was meditating on the honor of being called "Andrea Spirit" and how Owl girl knew I was available through Red Panda Ka-Lee. It was almost like backwards of what we have been taught that animals can be our spirit guide. Here Owl girl was asking me for advice not the other way around.  Then another revelation hit me. It is not so much one spirit higher than the other; although some have learned to listen and have practiced communicating longer. It is more of Helping Each Other! I saw a vision. There were all kinds of birds and critters in my backyard. They were all holding hands, feet and beaks and tails forming a circle in my yard. They were all looking up at God. They were helping each other get to God. So that is what this communicating is all about to help other get to the Safety and Loving Kindness of God .