Dream of Evangelism, Harvest, Provision, Revelation and Heaven by Anita Brueck <Gosb2@aol.com>

I was enjoying being on the river - living on the river. It was beautiful and I lived on a bend in the river, with a fork going off from it. I saw some friends - old friends from years gone by -- and they wanted to be in the river - they wanted to fish and enjoy the bounty of the river, but they didn't know what to do.

I tried to tell them how to go -- I pointed to the fork and told them to go that way. At the turn-off for the fork, there was a way that seemed appropriate -- it looked like you could cut across a spot full of lilies and other beautiful growth, but I knew it was treacherous.

They tried to go that way, but I called to them to STOP and I jumped in my boat and drove over and pulled my boat up alongside them and had them to get into my boat and I tied their boat to mine. I took them around the corner and we got into the current and away we went -- not fast, but a good clip. We had fly-rods and we would just toss a bait out and huge bass would just roll and hit our plugs. We had so many fish I had to tell my companions that we must stop -- we could carry no more in my boat! But the bounty was enormous -- huge large-mouth bass were just throwing themselves atop large lily-pads and lying their with their mouths open, beckoning us to throw them the bait!

I had to tell them that we could only care for so many, but others were coming right behind us to get the bounty that remained! Nothing would be missed. The fish wanted to be caught -- they weren't distressed -- they were healthy and large -- they just wanted to be caught! It's like they wanted to be in our boat!

After a while, we came to a place to tie up the boat -- but their was no obvious dock. I knew what we had to do, so I told my companions to follow me -- I dove into the river and kept going deeper and deeper and deeper -- it was dark and murky and their was no light -- in fact I could sense that I was in a tunnel, with a wall ahead of me, but I knew I was headed right and my sense was to keep going deeper -- I had no fear!

I went quite a distance -- far more than is humanly possible -- very, very deep. Just as a got to the end of the tunnel -- to the wall -- suddenly there was an opening to my right -- I took it and it was like a u-turn -- I began going up another tunnel -- and as i went up, I could see light -- the closer I got, the more light -- it was streaming down, as sunlight breaking through clouds!

And it appeared like bubbles were being projected -- shot down and scattered into the water -- except they weren't clear -- they were gold! It was so strange because the current was carrying me rapidly upward, but at the same time, those golden bubbles were propelled toward me -- each one was illuminating and radiating and a joy to behold.

They weren't so large -- but they were magnificent! And I believe they were the life-sustaining thing that made it possible for me to be in that stream without SCUBA equipment.

I got to the top and it was a pool in a mansion -- a beautiful, old and immaculately ornate castle! It was unlike anything I'd ever seen -- so regal - so magnificent. And there were people running around in there beautifully and formally dressed like for a wedding and busy as if they were preparing for a huge reception -- there were servants and the served -- there was great joy and great peace -- and I was wide-eyed and amazed at my surroundings!

I'm reminded of an elderly man from my youth -- a friend of my grandfathers -- who died of a heart attack and came back to life hours later, with tales of heaven to tell -- and oh how it frustrated Brother Harvey Franklin to try to describe heaven -- I can see and hear him as if it was yesterday, describing with wide-eyes and a red-face, gesturing his arms and hands for all he was worth -- IT WAS A GREEEEE-AAAAAT PLACE!!!!!!!

I've heard other old saints describe visions and dreams they've seen of heaven, and they've been so very near my heart and mind lately. There's Granny Hudgins, and her vision of the Glorious kitchen the Father had for her -- everybody that knew Granny knew that she did some of her best shouting and praising God and witnessing and travailing while she cooked for anyone who wanted to place their feet under her table (and anybody with any sense would love to eat Granny's fried chicken and peach cobbler!

I believe she could have served fried shoe-leather fit for a king! She had the Gift of Hospitality if ever I've witnessed it!) Her heart and life was ministering to others, largely through her kitchen -- it was so appropriate that her Father would give her the kitchen of her dreams!

I know this was way too long and it was a really a simple dream-- but I have reveled in this dream for weeks now, and I would be selfish to keep it to myself.

If the Father speaks anything to your heart about the meaning of this -- and as always, He works on many, many levels -- I would be thrilled to hear it! What a future we have in store!

Anita Brueck <Gosb2@aol.com>
 

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