As we go into winter (Australia), many of you approach summer...
I always think what a wonderful world be have.
And how diverse.
My daughter Daniella came over to cheer me up today, and left me some beautiful praise and worship songs on a DVD.
I told her about a disturbing dream I had last night.
First of all, I was in a massive church and it was full of love and good people.
Next, I was in a market place, sort of in, the Middle East.
A sheep.... a full grown lamb, was displayed up on a shelf..
The horrible part was, it had been skinned alive, and was still alive.
It was unrecognizable, but I knew what it was.
I was stunned, shocked and very distressed about this, and am still.
Then I woke up.
Daniella said. "Well mum, Jesus was the lamb that was slain, yet still lives. Have you thought about that."
I had to admit, I hadn't.
"Pray about this Mum, ask God to show you what it all meant," she said.
SO I am now believing for an answer.
"But he was wounded for our transgressions, he was bruised for our iniquities: the chastisement of our peace was upon him; and with his stripes we are healed."
In a dream, in a vision of the night,
when deep sleep falls on men
as they slumber in their beds,