A Dream – The Trial of A Warrior

[Desiree Munn]

So as I attempt to write what I remember and to interpret all that there is here, I pray that the Holy Spirit gives me insight and discernment regarding these things. It was a personal dream, no doubt, but one which may still derive a special meaning for others as well. This is pretty long….It was probably the longest dream that I can recall.

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I found myself looking down at a large and vast ocean, which very closely resembled somewhere that would be in the Artic. Someone was with me, though I know not who, and they were pointing out the various islands and land masses to me, giving me their names. Everything was frozen in appearance – white and gray. The ocean or waters surrounding all of these islands were of a deep rich blue – almost black, but you could tell that these were no tropical waters! I instinctually knew that if one fell into these icy cold waters – death would come swiftly.

The person who was speaking to me pointed down at one specific cluster of islands and said that there was where I was going. They said the name of this cluster, but I cannot recall it. The islands were small, gray, rocky, barren, and snow covered. They were closely packed together where maybe each channel of water dividing them was only ½ mile wide in most places. Approaching the islands (from a high altitude descending), I could tell that there were no shallow waters, no sandy beaches, no reefs….only deep rich blue waters. The closer I got to the water, the more I noticed that it appeared infinitely deep, like the abyss, in which the rich blue of the surface very quickly turned into the blackest of blacks in depth.

I was immediately afraid of these waters and could feel evil and danger emanating from them. I just knew that if the deathly cold of those waters didn’t swallow me into their darkness, then great white sharks would. As I shuddered at the water, I had forgotten that I was supposed to be approaching these islands and looked to my left to realize they were right there – gray stone land masses, desolate and empty at first glance. Before I could take even so much as another thought about the land, I was plunged under the water. I panicked because suddenly I was in that water! A huge 30 ft. long great white swam right over me, but I was suddenly filled with peace and was not afraid. I realized, or maybe the Holy Spirit was assuring me, not to be afraid, that these waters couldn’t hurt me and that the sharks would not touch me. I was given maybe three – five seconds to look around me, the fact that I was under water and not drowning, not breathing, not really anything – comforted me. I watched calmly as the shark swam away, oblivious to me, or maybe it knew I was there, just didn’t want to bother. But what I saw of the water while in it, was the same when I observed it from above it: inky black depths that knew no end.

I was brought out of the water and then it was like I was flying over this island that I was to be visiting. What appeared to be barren, frozen, rocky land, quickly gave way to richly carved wooden buildings. I couldn’t believe these buildings and structures were sitting on such an ugly frozen island. The buildings reminded me of a feudal Japan emperor’s palace in architecture and design. I was intrigued by it and was drawn to it, both in my heart and with my spirit. I knew that was where I was needed. As I got closer, I saw people busily going back and forth down hallways and bridges, entering and exiting rooms, as if there was some great event or something that was being prepared for. I felt as if I had arrived right on time, if not a little later than I had wanted to – this was how I felt in the dream.

My feet lightly touched down on a breezeway and several people dressed in servant’s clothing passed by me. They seemed to know me, though I didn’t know them. They treated me with respect and said that the King was there and was preparing to have his banquet, though everything wasn’t ready yet. At the mention of “The King”, I immediately felt a sense of urgency, importance, and a desire to do my job. Though, at that moment, I didn’t quite know what I was supposed to do. I could hear all kinds of laughter coming behind me from the direction the servants had come and looked to see a man, dressed like a king talking with other important looking people and heading in our direction. I wanted to go to him, I was drawn to him and couldn’t stop looking at him. But, for reasons I can’t explain, I couldn’t go to him. I just wasn’t allowed, almost as if there was a force pushing me in the opposite direction and telling me it wasn’t time yet. In my spirit, I felt as if I wasn’t done yet, but when I was done, then I could go to the king.

I looked down at myself and saw that I was dressed just like those servants were. So, I thought that I must be a servant and followed in their direction. I wondered that if I was a servant, what was I supposed to do? I always enjoy cooking and serving people meals, so I decided that maybe the kitchen was where I was supposed to be. As I was walking towards the kitchen that I had no idea where it was, I began to evaluate myself physically. I noticed that my hair was completely down, like it is when I wake up in the morning. I thought it odd that my hair was down, when I usually keep it up in a ponytail. But, instead of being annoyed and wishing for a ponytail holder, I instead felt satisfied and felt somehow….beautiful and pure.

I realized that I had come upon these huge wooden double doors, ornately carved with sceneries of nature. The doors appeared so heavy, I couldn’t see how anyone could open them even though they really weren’t more than 8 – 10 ft. tall. I looked down at myself again and I realized that though I was dressed like a servant, I was wearing a samurai’s katana on my left hip. It was beautiful and I knew that it was mine. After noticing this, I felt bolder, like I was supposed to open those doors and go in. I approached the door and said a word, like a password, and the door opened. I was amazed! Once I stepped through, there was a door guard behind it and he shut the door. I thanked him and he looked at me strange, like why would I thank him when he was just doing his job? I looked before me and to my left was the kitchen that I had been looking for.

I entered the kitchen, prepared to start helping for it was apparent that everyone in there was preparing for a huge meal – that I assumed was for the King and his banquet party. When I entered the kitchen, everyone stopped and looked at me with looks of respect. They all nodded their heads at me and then went back to what they were doing. I was confused. I was supposed to be helping, I was dressed like a servant, so why would they look at me like I was someone worthy of respect?….. I was a nobody. Then I realized that I wasn’t a nobody, I was someone – I was a samurai, a warrior. Standing there, still in the kitchen with the preparations going on around me, I pulled out my beautiful sword, gleaming silver. I realized that I was dressed like a servant because I was supposed to be undercover – not overt. However, underneath my simple servant’s clothes, I could feel strong armor. I looked like a servant, but in reality, I was someone who could fight. I was awed, because who was I? I am no fighter and have never been trained in any fighting style. I was a servant! How could lowly me be a samurai? I slid my katana back into its sheath and decided to find out what my true purpose was, who was I supposed to be protecting? Who was I fighting for?

I left the kitchen and came into a large banquet room, with bay windows stretching from one end to another. Large round tables filled the room, with place settings neatly laid out. Servants were busily going about getting everything ready, and I noticed that even with the urgency of an impending banquet, everyone was happy and laughter filled every corner. I walked out of the room and went down another hallway. Soon, I came to this door, a plain and simple door, next to a large viewing window. I looked out and saw a huge wooden contraption outside that resembled a giant clock. I pushed open the door and went through. It was outside and the huge clock thing was to my left on the side of the building. It was so huge! It had to be over a hundred feet across. There were shallow stairs going up to the top and across to the other side of it. I wanted to examine it and see exactly what it was and why it was there. There were no numbers on it like we know of, but I knew that it was indeed a clock of some sort. I started to climb the stairs (which had no hand rails) and which quickly turned into a ladder, which then quickly turned into something that was too impossible to climb. I stopped and turned around. I looked down to see that below the clock was those icy deep waters again and I realized that the clock and the building was perched on the edge of that island. I looked out across the waters and to the surrounding barren islands and shivered at the bleakness and seeming deathly pall of it all. I quickly went back inside to the warmth and happiness and shut the door, not wanting to go back out there again.

I continued back down the hallway and I soon heard loud voices coming from a room on the right. I approached the room and saw that the door was open and inside were a lot of servants crowding frantically around a young woman, like they were trying to console her. I immediately knew this was the princess or the King’s daughter. She seemed very panicky over something. I entered the room and the servants implored me to help her and I realized that was why I was there. I was there to protect her and keep her from doing herself harm. I understood that she was unstable, but that she was very precious and that as long as she was protected, she would not do herself any harm. When I entered the room, the servants backed away from her and I could see her face clearly. She was a very beautiful young woman, wearing rich robes. She would cry one minute, then laugh the next. It was if she was confused as to how she felt. She wanted to leave, but she wanted to stay. Confusion was just the best word to describe the princess.

She looked at me and knew that I was supposed to be there to protect her, yet she didn’t have any regard to my authority. When I looked upon her though, I loved her, almost as if we were family or as if she was my child or spouse or best friend….a familial love. I knew I had to protect her, even if she didn’t like it. The last thing I wanted was for her to come to harm and thus fail her and the King. She calmed down a bit and sat in a chair in the middle of the room where the servants went back to ministering to her. I looked around the room to see that there was a window that opened up into the banquet room, though I knew that it was physically impossible for it to be like that. I went over to the window and looked in. I could see that the banquet room was almost full with guests and that the King was coming in, followed by some important people. He was laughing with them and talking with another man. I thought that maybe the other man was another king, but knew immediately that no, there was only one King. I was again drawn to the King and just could not stop looking at him, wishing that he would just glance my way once. I wished to talk with him, to dine with him, to just be with him. Though I again felt that it wasn’t time yet. Not yet. I knew that I would get to go in that banquet room soon, but now was not the time. I looked at the princess and knew that I could not dine with the King until the princess came and dined too. That where she went, so I would go because I felt a strange connection that I was a part of her in some supernatural unexplainable way.

Suddenly, without any warning, the princess leapt out of her chair and ran out of the room. I yelled and ran after her, afraid for her because now that she had left the room, she was unsafe – even though we were still in the building. It was as if she had tried to leave too early – of her own accord. I ran after her but she was amazingly fast. I thought how could a warrior like myself not be able to keep up? I saw her open the door that led out to the clock contraption outside and panicked. I knew that she would slip and fall on that treacherous unclimbable ladder and that if she fell into those waters….it would be the end for her. I yanked open that door and rushed out, unafraid for myself, only afraid and desperate for the princess. I saw that she had climbed, somehow, to the top of the clock and was obsessed with it. I could understand being intrigued by the clock, but I did not want her up there. The clocked was to be viewed from the safety of indoors. I also somehow knew that only the King could be outside with the clock, that somehow only he could control its gears.

The ledge above that she was on was so narrow and dangerous, she could easily fall and plummet into those icy waters. I looked down and saw a very narrow lip underneath the clock. I then looked out over the waters and saw a pod of very dangerous and hungry looking killer whales heading in our direction. I knew that they knew that potential food was about to fall into their water. I knew that they would kill the princess the second she fell into those waters. Suddenly, there was like a great earthquake and in terror I watched as the giant clock cracked in two and the princess began to slide down one half of the clock face. I jumped down to that narrow lip, intent on at least sacrificing myself in order to save the princess. As I reached the lip, I realized that it was narrower than I thought and right as I reached out to grab the princess, I fell into those waters and the waiting maws of those hungry killer whales. I knew it was the end for me, but all I could think of was, was the princess safe? Would my falling into the water, save her from going over the narrow lip somehow? Physically, it would have been impossible to avoid. But in those split seconds before hitting the water, I was desperate to keep her safe and from not falling into the water, though I didn’t know how I could have succeeded.

As I went into the water I asked myself, how did I ever get to be a samurai if I could not do my job right? How was I deserving of anything when I was such a failure? I expected to be eaten by those hungry orcas any second but instead found myself immediately in what looked like a school hallway, with white floors and white walls. I was confused. I heard a voice say, “You want to know how you could be worthy? I will show you.” I had no idea where the voice came from, but I started to walk down that hallway. There were rooms on both sides and each room was filled with people. They were all people I knew from various points in my life. They were all people that I had hoped that I had touched in a good and positive way, that I had desperately wanted to serve and show the love of Jesus, but that I felt like I had been a failure at. As I passed each room, everyone greeted me and waved at me and I just couldn’t understand why they would be so happy to see me. I was still dressed in my servant’s clothing over samurai armor, and my katana was still strapped on. I just couldn’t understand why I still had a sword, when I had just failed miserably.

Nevertheless, I kept walking down that hallway and looking ahead, I could see an elevator at the very end. I reached the elevator and didn’t know if I was supposed to go up or down in it, but I got in all the same and the doors closed behind me with a whisper. Inside the elevator, the walls were made of mirrors and glass. One side was a mirror, whereas the other side was a glass window looking out over that same cold ocean and rocky island landscape. The elevator started moving, though I honestly could not tell which direction. It was dizzying, but in that ride all I could think of was of the failure I had been. I could also feel that danger was lurking somewhere nearby and pulled out my sword, ready to defend myself. The elevator began to bounce and sway and I was thrown from one side to another. I tried to be careful not to cut myself on my own sword, that I was still holding in my hand. At one point I was thrown to the window side and looked at the mirrored wall to see myself. [Normally in my dreams, when approached with a mirror, I see a monster or something completely not me or even a caricature of myself.] When I saw myself in the mirror I was shocked, I looked just like myself! As in, my real here and now self. Nothing was out of place or different, nothing was ugly, it was just me. If anything, I thought I looked beautiful, though I was ashamed and soon I was thrown back the other way. I suddenly found myself stuck and it was like g-forces super strong were keeping me cowed down in the corner of that elevator car and I barely managed to put my sword back in its sheath. The g-forces were so strong, my arms felt like iron weights were attached.

I began to worry that if a monster suddenly did attack me, I wouldn’t be able to draw my sword and wished that the elevator ride would stop. It kept going and going like some carnival ride gone horribly wrong. I couldn’t understand how the elevator was doing what it was doing, because whenever I looked out the glass window (from my prone floor position), all I could see was an unchanging landscape. But suddenly, the scenery changed and everything turned to darkness outside that elevator. I couldn’t see anything but blackness through the glass. The elevator came to a blessed stop and I began to get up and brush myself off. The doors opened, again with only a whisper, and there standing before the doors, was the King. In all of his royal splendor. And he was looking at me, though I could not focus upon his face. Immediately remembering how I had failed at my only job of protecting the princess, I fell to my knees, drew my sword and presented it to him. I said, with tears in my eyes, “Take my sword that I don’t deserve and kill me with it. I deserve death and am ready to accept the punishment, for I have failed you.”

A brief moment passed and I heard him say, “This is why you are worthy. Your heart belongs to me and longs to do my will. Though you may fail, you have shown Me to those who need Me. The first shall be last and the last shall be first.” I was immediately overjoyed and relieved and just couldn’t believe it!

And then I awoke.
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Interpretation:

This is my own interpretation, and I pray for discernment from the Holy Spirit in regards to this. Test the spirits, as per Scripture, and if anything has been revealed to you, I would wish to know. (I John 4:1)

The barren islands represent this earth in all of its ugliness. Because of sin, the land is devoid of life, of hope, of anything good. Nothing of value can be found in sin, thus there is no life, no beauty to be found on these islands. The waters represent the depth of sin and the darkness of Satan’s domain. Filled with his demonic entities, represented by the sharks and the killer whales, all that awaits one in Satan’s kingdom is death and destruction. The bottomless pit or the abyss is mentioned several times throughout Scripture, so the fact that these waters are so dark and black and infinitely deep suggest this. To be a part of Satan’s kingdom is to condemn yourself to instant spiritual death, where his minions and the darkness of sin will swallow you whole, without mercy. (Romans 6:23)

I think that I was plunged into these waters to show that as a Redeemed Believer, I am still in this world. I am still physically here in Satan’s domain, but because I belong to Jesus and have been bought by His blood, I am not touched. I belong to God’s Kingdom, the Righteous and Holy Kingdom that never ends. Nothing can separate me from God’s love, nothing can keep me from Jesus. It was only a brief moment that I was there under the water, but I think that it was meant to show me that though I am surrounded by Satan’s darkness and demonic entities, I am protected by Jesus and should not be afraid. Our time here on earth is but a little while. (Ephesians 6:12)

When I “flew” over the island, I noticed just how barren and cold of a place it was. Again, it alludes back to how dead this earth has become due to sin. But, when I saw such beauty in that barren land, it stood out noticeably. I believe the beautiful palace represents Jesus’s Kingdom, God’s House. He has prepared a place for us, in which Jesus himself is preparing many rooms for us. Though we are in the midst of a sinful, dark, fallen world, we can cling to the hope of Jesus’ promise and know that He has prepared a place for us. (John 14:2)

The servants I met were either other believers or angels. They each had their purpose and they went about their tasks joyfully. They served. I wanted to serve, because that is what we were commanded to do by Jesus – serve others. I have no doubts whatsoever who the King was/is. He Is Who He Is. The King is the King of Kings, Jesus. It would very much explain why I was so drawn to him and just outright yearned to be in His presence. But, it not being time for me to be with Him is pretty obvious. Until our work on earth is done, we cannot go home. It is only when our lives are done here, that we can go be with the King.

Me searching for the kitchen or for a way to serve, a purpose, is very symbolic of how I feel this very moment. I’ve been asking God to reveal to me what it is specifically that He wants me to do as a servant for His kingdom. As someone who has always just been an average person – not specializing in anything, not professionally trained in anything, not overly talented or gifted in any one thing – I’ve always struggled with finding my niche, my place. Or at least, I’ve always viewed myself that way. People who know me tend to argue with me on that point. So, I’ve been asking God to show me. Back in November of 2017, He said quite plainly one day: “pray”. When I asked him to clarify and explain exactly what He meant, over the next month or two He showed me. He wants me to intercede on other’s behalf, to pray for those He shows me. So I told him, “Okay Lord, you show me the who, the what, and the when, and I will pray for them.” And He did. I got glimpses into so many people’s lives, it was overwhelming at points. I was moved to tears at times, but I just kept praying. And with each one, I pray that they will be snatched from Satan’s hand and brought close to Jesus. That they would ultimately be redeemed as I have been redeemed. Sometimes I am led to talk with people or do small acts of kindness (which having social anxiety, is a huge hurdle). One day, I was spending time in prayer with Jesus and I asked Him, is it really worth it? Is me praying for these people (at the time I was interceding on behalf of my drug addict/dealer neighbors) really making a difference? And He immediately rebuked me, gently, but rebuked all the same. He said, “Nothing you do for me, is insignificant. Even the smallest prayer, the smallest gift in my name, will make a difference. Did I not tell you to do that? Did I not tell you to pray for them? Is it because I cannot hear them or cannot see them or cannot know their needs that you must do this? No! I know their needs before it is even asked of me. I know the very hairs on their heads and how many days they have left on this earth because I AM their Creator. It is because if you do not speak for them and pray that they find me, then who will? You are the salt of the earth, the city on a hill, if they cannot see me in you, then how will they ever know me?” Our conversation went on, but that point pretty much struck home. Since then, I have come to realize that no matter how I serve or who I serve, if Jesus calls me to do it, I am to do it. Even if I cannot see the outcome or understand the purpose, I know that there was at least one person who needed Jesus at just that moment. That there was at least one person, with whom Jesus’ love and Truth, just made all the difference and perhaps even changed their life. (I Peter 4:10) Back to the dream….

The big carved doors that I came upon, symbolize salvation or entrance into God’s Kingdom. I cannot recall the word I said, but it was just one or two words. Perhaps the password symbolizes our verbal profession of our faith in Jesus, our calling upon His Name. When I found the kitchen, I thought that was where I was needed, but as with the above, where I think I should be is not always where God wants me to be. How I think I should serve, is not always how God wants me to serve. We always envy those who have been called to preach, teach, prophesy, etc… because we all crave attention, sometimes letting our pride darken our hearts with spiritual vanity. We say, “Hey, I think I want to go be a preacher!” So you try to go that route, only to crash and burn (not literally) because that was not what God is calling you to do. In reality, God is calling and ordaining you to serve meals to the homeless, to practice the gift of hospitality. I only use that as an example. So, it is no wonder that the servants who belonged in the kitchen stopped to look at me, who did not belong in there. (I Corinthians 12:4)

I was shocked when I saw that I was actually a samurai, a warrior. This could allude to my calling and desire to be a fighter in the Lord’s Army. As someone who is called to constantly pray and intercede on behalf of those who are lost and broken, I am waging a constant war against demonic entities. I have always been prone to demonic attacks and situations that would be considered “supernatural”. So, it only makes sense that because I have God’s full armor on, that I would see myself wearing samurai armor. The fact that I had servant’s garb over my armor suggests that I was also a servant, as all children of God are. Because I am called to serve, I had the servant’s garb, but not many people know of my calling to pray and fight for those who don’t have anyone to care enough to encourage them, help them to fight, or to pray for them – thus the armor being underneath rather than on top of. It is often a lonely path, having a calling that is essentially secret – servitude that is not seen out in the open like with teaching, preaching, prophesying, speaking in tongues, etc….

The mystery of the banquet that everyone is joyfully and fervently preparing for is no mystery at all. It is the great wedding feast of the Church Bride and Jesus, Our Groom. It is the banquet, that He is preparing for us, that we are all looking forward to attending. When I saw HIM enter the room and people start filing in, it signified that it hadn’t started yet, but soon. It would not start until the Bride arrived, or in this dream’s case, the Princess. After thinking and praying and meditating on the identity of the Princess, one explanation keeps repeating itself – the Princess is the Church, but here she is the modern day church. She represents the body of believers overall, but I think the point of her in this dream was to show me the state of today’s church. Her apparent confusion and emotional turmoil is a mirror of the state of the church today. You have believers who follow every wind of teaching, you have believers who follow lies from disguised wolves in sheep’s clothing, you have believers who talk the talk and walk the walk but whose hearts belong elsewhere, you have seasonal believers, you have believers who are confused and in anguish over current news, you have believers who are asleep, believers who are awake, believers who work, believers who are lazy, believers who are joyful at the coming of our King, believers who are calloused, and on and on and on I could go at all the mental and spiritual states of believers in the church today. Need I mention just how many denominations, factions, and sects are found in Christianity today? It’s no wonder that when I saw the Princess, that she could not be still nor could she control her emotions, behavior, etc….However, the fact that she was still the Princess and was being ministered to, shows me that Jesus, the King, still deeply loves, cares for, and cherishes her. (John 3:29)

I knew that I loved her deeply and that I was to protect her because I do love the church. I knew that somehow I was a part of her, because I am a sister in Christ. I am part of this body of believers. I deeply love all of my brothers and sisters. It pains me and breaks my heart to see the state of the church today. It pains me and breaks my heart to watch as my brothers and sisters follow the world and Satan’s lies. If I could take my sword and strike down every unclean spirit and demonic entity tormenting the body of believers, trust me, I would. If I could bring every believer into a solid walk of righteousness with the Lord, I would. When the Princess ran away from the safety of the room and the palace, it represents the Great Falling away of many that is happening now and will continue to happen until the Day of the Lord. No matter how fast I ran, I could not catch up to her, meaning that there is nothing we can do for those who fall away. I have no clear meaning as to why the Princess climbed to the top of the massive clock outside – other than to think that maybe a portion of believers are watching and waiting for the doomsday clock to strike midnight. That’s the only thing I can come up with. Me, myself, am eagerly waiting for Jesus to return.

The sudden earthquake and splitting of the clock in half shows the end of time, the Princess falling shows those who fall away from Jesus, plummeting to their eternal death. However, I do not recall nor did I see, the Princess ever hitting the water – so that would indicate that she was safe over all – representing those believers in the end time who persevere and hold onto their faith. My sacrifice was my willingness to suffer death, torment, and persecution for Jesus and His Kingdom. Because I belong to Him, I was not devoured by the hungry killer whales. The last part of the dream was like a test or a trial. Our whole lives, we are expected to serve as Jesus served, to share the Gospel with those who are lost, and to produce good fruits of the Spirit. Walking down that white school-like hallway symbolized going back through my life. All of the people I saw, that I was guilty of – thinking I had not made a difference or done enough…but who joyously waved at me and smiled at me, shows that I really did make a difference. That when we do even small acts of kindness, nothing we do in the name of Jesus is insignificant or pointless. Jesus writes down everything we do, no matter how small. (I Corinthians 10:31) (Matthew 25:40)

I have no thoughts on what the elevator represents, other than that maybe it was another trial. Perhaps it represents our life as a whole, and our journey throughout life. Inside, the glass wall demonstrates where I can see the world since I am in the world, yet because I am not of the world, I was separated from the outside. The mirror side of the elevator must show that I also must evaluate and look at myself. I have to examine myself spiritually, emotionally, and even physically – to change what needs changing and to accept what cannot be changed. The fact that when I saw my reflection in the mirror, I did not shy away and did not see anything I did not want to see, is significant. In real life, I don’t like looking at myself in the mirror, or at least I cannot look at my eyes – unless I’m trying to see what’s stuck in one making me tear up. Typically I will only look at my reflection to check my physical appearance before going out – not to evaluate myself. In the dream, I was forced to look at myself, and the relief that what I saw was normal, if not beautiful, was so heartening! (2 Corinthians 13:5)

There was no ugliness, no monster – like what I typically see in dreams and like I imagine myself to look like in other people’s eyes. It was just me. The constant rocking and violent movements of the elevator show just how rocky and violent life can be. We are often knocked off our feet, at times not even able to get the strength to stand back up before being unceremoniously knocked back down again. The sudden fear and danger I felt in the elevator shows that right outside our door – both spiritually and physically are evils and dangers lurking around every corner. We must always have our sword out, God’s word ready, to battle these evils. By the time the elevator stopped, I was so exhausted from the ride that relief was an understatement. Just like life, we can get so overwhelmed. But, the second that I saw the King, The I AM standing outside the elevator when it finally opened was really all I needed to see. When our life is through, when this test is over, we will see Him face to face. We will be ashamed, afraid that we failed Him, and will offer up our sword and will accept any punishment that we know we deserve. But, that is when His grace and mercy takes over and he says, “Well done good and faithful servant.” Faith without works is dead. We must have faith first and foremost, with love being the biggest part of that, but we prove our faith and our love for Him by obeying Him and serving others in His Name.

So whether this dream was meant just for me, or it has some meaning for you, take it to heart that the King of Kings is indeed preparing a wedding banquet for His bride. Those who obey Him, will take part with the bride in the banquet. We will be pardoned and will be invited to the feast, after having toiled in this life and dealt with the rocky elevator rides that are a part of it. Repent, serve, love, and produce fruits of righteousness. Our King is waiting for the appointed hour. (Matthew 25:13)

[Sarah]

Wow Desiree the part about your interpretation when Jesus spoke to you about praying really spoke to me.
Him and I have had that conversation and it has taken me a while to figure out what He meant when He told me to pray!
I think your interpretation is pretty spot on! It actually reminds me that I was given a quick vision while in prayer the last couple of mornings and I need to share it with the body.
I believe it actually goes hand and hand with yours!!!!
So cool!
I will attach it after this

[Sarah]

While I was in prayer this morning (July 12) I was praying for all the watchmen I know and even the ones I don’t know.
There has been so many reports of attacks within the body especially with the Remnant.
I have devoted time to single out the ones I know and really lift them up.
As I was praying I saw myself standing there with my armor on (Ephesians 6) the arrows from the enemy began to fly. I was actively using my shield to block the arrows. At first it was just a few here and there, then it started to literally rain down arrows from the enemy. As I was being pelted on my shield I began to hunker down with my shield protecting my entire body.
The arrows never stopped, in fact they came with such fierceness and such hatred. I saw the enemy just laughing and snarling at what was happening. Then I noticed I wasn’t alone, there were tons of us being pelted by the enemy’s arrows and we were all doing the same thing. As we hunkered down we began do dig our shields into the dirt. They stayed and protected us.
But the beauty of this all was that we were not alone! The entire time Jesus was standing behind us! And when we turned around after digging our shields into the dirt we found so much joy! We were never really afraid of the arrows, but it was a lot of work. When we recognized Jesus all the “work” that we were doing just fell away. Our shields never gave into the attacks as we looked at our Savior with joy! There was such joy in Him and in us!
It was beyond my words to describe it.
Jesus spoke and said, “ I AM tour guard. As these attacks begin when you raise your shield I will protect you, do not keep your focus on the enemy’s arrows but on Me. As you look upon Me you will be filled with so much Joy that the enemy will seethe with frustration.”
As He was saying this I saw the enemy red hot with anger. The arrows flew even harder but they had literally now power!

Watchmen these are words of encouragement for you! Please do not leave your post! There are many of us that are listening and keeping you in prayer. As the attacks on you grow stronger and stronger do as the Lord has said, turn and put your focus on Him! He will be your shield and protector!
Remnant do likewise. Pray and pray some more. Read the Word and don’t give into the enemy. Heed the words from the watchmen and lift them up in prayer! As the end draws near the only way we will make it through anything( and by making it through it’s not to save your life just to save it, but to save your life so you and I can preach the TRUE gospel of Jesus Christ to the spiritually dead and almost physically dead)
The only way to make it through anything is to dig deeper into Christ! As the attacks grow stronger and stronger so does the Holy Spirit in you!
Blessing all my fellow brothers and sisters in Christ!
Love,
Sarah

As I was praying this morning (July 13)
I saw a continuation of the previous vision.
As we turned to the Lord, yes there was so much joy! But then the Lord began instruction each one of us and the mood became more serious. We each straightened up as if we were soldiers at attention and the Lord began speaking to each of us individually. He was telling us that He is preparing us for the battle coming. He was very serious in this and He said to be wise and pay attention to Him alone and listen. For the coming days there will be battles and He needs us to be ready for the battles coming.

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