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.
