Tidal Wave of Freedom

I had a dream several nights ago that I was on my way to work. I dreamt that I was working at Sky Lakes Medical Center (which I don’t) and construction workers had us pulling off the road to wait until it was safe to pass. (It must have been some major road work). They had us go into a building where we could sit down and wait. 

In the waiting room, I took a seat next to Lynda Renne. I was telling her that I was worried I was going to be late for work. She was quiet for a long time and when she did start talking, she was praying in the spirit. I immediately felt these words jump in my spirit as an interpretation “Freedom is coming, and it will sweep across this land like a tidal wave.” 

I have had the subject of freedom on my heart for a few weeks now, and it seems that Christians all over the world have had it on their hearts as well. We need to be ready for the tidal wave of God’s freedom to sweep across this nation. And boy, do we need it! 

The thing about tidal waves in the natural world is that they rarely leave what is weakly structured. They sweep everything away that is cheaply built or loose. But I did not get the sense that God was talking about a destructive tidal wave. This tidal wave of the spirit was one of cleansing. As it swept across the nation, it cleansed “all defilements of flesh and spirit” as it talks about in 2 Corinthians 7:1. This tidal wave of cleansing is making way for a second wave – that of revival. 

Now, this was not the end of the dream. In the second part, I finally did make it to the hospital. But instead of sitting at a reception desk to work, I was sitting in the waiting room with my husband and our two children. Now, Kaleb, my son, is a three-year-old ball of energy and he was making a ruckus in the waiting room. And then Kallie started following him around, laughing at the top of her lungs. Most in the waiting room were having fun and smiling at them. But there was a gentleman waiting who was anything but pleased about my kids’ shenanigans. He had just sent back his teenage son with down syndrome for a procedure that I got the feeling he might not come out of alive. The man was clearly under a lot of stress and grief. 

Well, he and my husband had an altercation after he said that we needed to rein in our kids. He continued to say that he was out of control because we were bad parents, so on and so forth. My husband started yelling at him and I joined in after he insulted Kaleb, saying he would probably be in and out of jail all his life. 

But as I was mid-yell, Holy Spirit stopped me, convicting me. I heard him say that I needed to humble myself, ask the man to forgive us, and then ask if I could pray for him. He revealed some things his family was going through, as well as some struggles he and his wife were going through. 

He broke down as I asked for forgiveness and proceeded to give him the word of knowledge. He let me pray for him and then I turned and started preaching the Gospel to everyone in the waiting room. 

That was the end of the dream. It was very out of character for my husband and I to be yelling at someone. But I felt that this was a ploy of the enemy to keep us from our mission, which was to minister to the man and then preach to the rest of the waiting room. We could have missed a great opportunity to minister to this man if we had continued to allow ourselves to lash out in anger. 

In the last few months, Satan has been throwing up so many distractions, things that quite frankly, are angering. 

To be honest, I have been struggling with anger over the last few months. Like I said before, my son is a ball of energy and it can be exhausting being cooped up in the house with him all day. It was very difficult, especially during the peak of quarantine. I’m sure there’s some Mama’s and Daddy’s who can relate to me. 

Last Sunday I was able to go to church again, as the nursery had been opened, and it was like God planned the sermon just for me. Pastor Jim (Refuge City Church) was talking about faith and how he healed the woman who had been afflicted with the issue of blood for twelve years and then resurrected the twelve-year-old girl who had died. (Luke 8) (I thought it was interesting that both healings had the number twelve interlaced through them, but that’s a blog post for another day.) 

Worship was powerful and I felt His presence so heavily, like I hadn’t felt in a long time. At the altar call, Pastor was talking about people who had been distracted by the events going on in the world and being angry with what was happening. 

We have become so distracted with what the government is doing, walking around in a rage. We know that these things have to happen in order for the end to come and for Jesus to return for his Bride. So why are we getting angry about it? We should be humbling ourselves and asking God to heal our land. I don’t believe that this has to be the end of America. We were founded on the Word of God. It’s time we return to our first love. 

Pastor Jim also said that the events going on in the world was like God had taken the earth in between his fingers and was shaking it. That shaking is bringing everything to the surface, everything that is not of Him. Now is the time to humble ourselves and repent. Now is the time to look up, for your redemption draws nigh! 

“Lord, today I repent for allowing anger to rule me. Cleanse me, Father, of every wicked way and fill me afresh with your Spirit and your love. The Spirit and the Bride say come!”

In His Love,

The Sanctioned Love Team