Shalom all. YHWH bless and keep you all.
Last week I had been given a few dreams.
Tuesday night 10-6-20
In a dream I heard a woman crying/screaming "Dad, make it right. Make it ok. Bring it back to before." Words to that effect. Terrible screams, top of voice. It was absolutely dark in the dream. I saw nothing. I awoke from the cry and immediately went into prayer for the woman, while trying to figure out what this was. Who was she? Was it one of my daughters? Did something happen to a grandchild? Towards the end of my prayer I was considering that it may have been the Earth. Full of blood and uncleanness. Crying out to it's 'dad' to bring the restoration. Just this morning I read about the cries to YHWH about Sedom.... makes me think....
10-10-20 This dream had three scenes.
In the first part. I was in an old stone building. I was in a corner of a large room. There were two large stones. One on each wall from the corner there were long stones, rounded along the top. There was very fine letters enscribed on the stones. On the stone to the right I was very carefully, with much precision and care, filling in the letters with a very fine brush. Sometimes placing very small amounts of paint as dots into a letter, then using that paint slowly filling the lines with that ink/paint. On the stone to the left I would grab lots of paint and just smear it all over the stone. It seamed that the fine lines engraved on the stone mattered not. It was a mess. Blobs of paint all over. Durring the procces a man would come up to me from behind and ask me what I was doing. He seemed to ask me more of why I went to the right stone. I spent most of my time on the left stone, but some time also on the right stone. I pointed to the right stone and said "Yakov, cadosh" I then pointed at the left stone and said "Youtube". I repeated this several times.
In the second part of the dream I had my son with me, about a year old. I gave him a small bowl with just a bit of honey on the botton. He would have to put his whole mouth into the bowl and lick a tiny bit with his tounge. I also put some honey into a bowl for myself. Same size bowl, but filled with honey. While distracted the baby went to my bowl and took a large mouthful. Honey all over his face! He didn't like it then. Too much.
In the third part. I was waiting at the top of a long curves stone stairway. I knew that I had a gift for my son. I did not know what it was. I was expecting to see the baby. However a young man in white came to the stairs. On the stairs were men on both sides with pick-axes in their hands. They were on their knees working on the stone steps. All hammering down on the stairs. My son had no shoes and started to come up the stairs, almost dance up them. There was music playing. Very much like a Blake Edwards movie scene. He made it to the top, but I was thinking that he must have been injured on his foot by one of the pick-axes. But he made it absolutly safe. At the top of the stairs there was a large landing. Waiting for him at the top just behind me was his woman/bride. They then ran off across the floor to a white sheet that was spread out onto the floor on the other side of the floor.
The dreams all make full sense to me on a surface level. However, as I consider and meditate on them I am finding more layers. Yakov Jacob, cadosh holy. I must concentrate on His Word. He is the teacher. In the account of Yakov's journey. The stone. The ladder. YHWH standing at the top. When Yitzach gets his bride. He goes immediately into the tent. There is SO much here. The craftsmen in Zakarias. Bruise the heel. It's all over! Why has YHWH blessed me with this? What am I to do with it? All esteem and power to Him who governs all!
The universe shall acclaim Him.