Last night I had a dream about a real life experience that was metaphorically portrayed. I was asked a question by a certain man I didnt know. Upon my answer I found myself on a war jet that was about to launch for training. Surly I made a plead to get off but no there was no turning back. The last thing I screamed was Jesus please! The jet took off and as it returned to the land from over the waters paper work(intelligence) fell from me out of the jet and on to the ground, then my identification (identity)fell to the ground, then my debit card (finances)fell to the ground. I saw people grabbing my belongings but they knew me and they began to store them up for me. I was assured that once I came off the jet I would have what belonged to me. This is the year of recovery and on this day it has been made plain that I am recovering all without fail and because God is for Who can be against me? No weapon forged against me shall prosper and God made sure of that. I stand here alive today because God has kept me and He will continue to do just that. I came off that jet a few years ago and now Im right where God wants me to be. This is the year of the double double, so please expect The Great.
Posted on: Fri, 14 Mar 2014 14:14:35 +0000
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