Last night, I had a dream that left me trembling — not in confusion, but in holy fear.
I was in a house I used to live in — a place from my past, full of old memories. Suddenly, a bright light engulfed the entire room. It wasn’t like sunlight or electricity — it was pure, radiant, alive. I instantly knew it was the Lord’s coming.
My knees hit the floor before I even thought.
“Lord, forgive me. Don’t leave me,” I cried out. Two of my daughters were beside me, and I told them, “Do what I do.” Then I started praying for the rest of my children — the ones who weren’t there. I begged God to save them, to have mercy, to open their eyes. I felt desperate inside, terrified that they might not be ready and that time was slipping away.
Then I looked around and asked, “Where is my brother?”
Someone quietly said, “He is behind you.”
I turned — and it startled me. It was as if he appeared out of nowhere, almost like a shadow or a spirit. He looked different — peaceful, calm, walking toward the light. In real life, my brother has one leg and struggles to walk, but in the dream, he was whole. Step by step, he moved forward — and I watched as he entered the light.
That moment moved me deeply. I woke up with tears in my eyes, both comforted and shaken. My brother has been heavy on my heart lately. He’s in the hospital right now, and I’ve carried concern for him — not only for his health, but for the influences around him. Yet in the dream, God reminded me that His mercy still reaches, that His light still calls, and that my job is simply to pray and to let go of anything that keeps my heart from peace.
When I woke up, my heart was racing. The fear was real — not a fear of punishment, but a holy urgency. I could feel how close His coming truly is. My first thoughts were of my children. I didn’t want any of them to be left behind. I began to pray like I hadn’t in a long time — crying out for forgiveness, and also releasing every bit of bitterness or hurt I’d been holding. I asked God to flood my children’s hearts and minds with His Spirit, to give them dreams that shake them, awaken them, and draw them close to Him.
The words from the dream echoed in my spirit over and over:
“Get ready. The time is near. Fill your lamp. Pray for your loved ones. Pray for your enemies. Intercede. The King is coming. Be ready. Be wise. Let your oil overflow.”
All day, that message has stayed with me. I know this dream wasn’t sent to frighten me — it was sent to awaken me. The house from my past felt symbolic — a call to return to where my faith began, to that place of raw dependence, where I sought Him with everything in me.
The light — that glorious, consuming light — wasn’t meant to destroy, but to reveal. To show the urgency of repentance, the power of prayer, and the reality that Jesus is coming soon.
Even in the fear, I see His mercy.
When I fell to my knees in the dream, my spirit knew exactly what to do — cry out for forgiveness, for salvation, for my children, for my family, and for those who are lost. That is the call of intercession: to stand in the gap when time feels short.
Seeing my brother — healed, whole, and walking into the light — felt like a promise. A reminder that God’s grace reaches into every heart and every story, and that no one is beyond His touch.
And when I woke up, one truth echoed louder than everything else: nothing else matters.
Not the bills.
Not the fears.
Not the stress or the distractions.
Not the things we chase after or cling to in this world.
When He comes, none of it will matter.
All that will matter is the state of our hearts — if we are ready, if our lamps are full, and if we have loved and prayed for those around us.
The message is clear:
This is the time to wake up. To fill our lamps with the oil of faith, prayer, and love. To not let the flame go out. To be found ready when the Bridegroom comes.
This dream has changed me. It reminded me that being ready isn’t about fear — it’s about relationship. About living each day surrendered, seeking His presence, keeping our hearts pure and our prayers flowing.
We don’t know the day or hour, but the signs are all around us.
The King is coming — and He’s calling His people to be ready.
Let your oil overflow.
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“Therefore keep watch, because you do not know the day or the hour.”
— Matthew 25:13 (NIV)
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A Prayer of Readiness and Intercession
Heavenly Father,
Thank You for waking my spirit through this dream. Thank You for reminding me that You are near and that Your mercy still reaches far beyond what I can see. Lord, forgive me for every place I’ve grown distracted or weary. Fill me again with Your Spirit, that my lamp would overflow with faith, love, and prayer.
I lift my children before You — flood their minds with Your truth and stir their hearts to know You deeply. Give them dreams, visions, and divine encounters that draw them closer to Your light. I lift my brother before You, Lord — cover him with Your healing and peace, and surround him with Your love and protection.
And Father, help me to walk in forgiveness and grace toward others. Let nothing hinder my prayers. Let me be a vessel You can use — awake, surrendered, and ready for Your return.
In Jesus’ mighty name,
Amen.
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