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My Dreams

I dream of Isaiah 61.
I dream of God using me as a vessel of healing and restoration.
Of putting God-given words onto a page in a new way and that through them someone will be instantly, miraculously healed.
Or a bound person will be set free.
I dream of sharing my most precious treasures with the poorest of the poor.
I dream of wielding a word that changes governments to righteousness.
I dream of God touching people in a radical way and causing them to run to Him.
I dream of God’s Word being spoken over the lost and the harvest being brought in.
Of His Words bringing great joy and freedom in the Lord.
I dream of delighting the Lord and seeing His glory through my worship.
I dream of a great army terrible with banners and love.
I dream of putting the enemy to flight.

My dreams are too small.


Isaiah 61:1-3
1 “The Spirit of the Lord GOD is upon Me,
Because the LORD has anointed Me
To preach good tidings to the poor;
He has sent Me to heal the brokenhearted,
To proclaim liberty to the captives,

And the opening of the prison to those who are bound;
2 To proclaim the acceptable year of the LORD,
And the day of vengeance of our God;
To comfort all who mourn,
3 To console those who mourn in Zion,
To give them beauty for ashes,
The oil of joy for mourning,
The garment of praise for the spirit of heaviness;”