There are those reading this that don’t believe in God. And those who believe in God but are suspicious of anyone claiming a personal encounter or even communication with God. I acknowledge and grant you the right to believe what you will, but ask you to grant me the same. And to suspend your beliefs long enough to read this story because it might well be for you.
In the early 90s, God gave me a dream as I slept. I know it was God because of the nature of the dream and the communication afterwards.
It was an intense, vivid dream of a little boy. He was only 4 years old or so, just learning how to draw.
And he took all his best crayons, and with all the love and hope in his young heart, he drew a wonderful, beautiful picture of his house, his family and all the trees flowers all around. In the dream I wasn’t just watching him do this like someone looking over the shoulder of a child and saying “Isn’t that cute”. No, I was feeling his emotions as he drew. And they were absolutely beautiful.
When he was done, he was so proud of it, and it was so much a part of his young creativity that he took it to his mother to show her.
He had no way of knowing, but it was bad timing and she was not in good health emotionally.
Out of her own pain and hurt, she took her son’s beautiful picture, ripped it up into little pieces and said “that’s a piece of garbage”
God let me enter his little heart to feel how it broke, absolutely devastated that something he thought was so beautiful could be cast off as ugly and shameful.
And I woke up in horror, devastated, and asked God – “Where is that boy now? You’ve GOT to tell me” Because it wasn’t just a dream. It was the story of someone’s life.
In my spirit, I heard God say “He’s in prison. A prison called “I can’t””
I told the dream to 2 groups of people shortly after that – at MCI Shirley to a group of inmates and at church. In both cases, multiple people came up later and said that little boy was them. If not verbatim, then thematically.
So I said 2 things to them:
- That drawing was VERY GOOD and you have vital gifts that you have put away in shame.
- You’ve been in a prison of lies but today you’re going free.