Dreaming of Blessings

Several weeks ago when I discovered you had published the book," Your Dad Wants to Bless You" I was excited because several years ago I was privileged to work with Billy at church.I had read some of his "Blessings" and they had always touched me with our Heavenly Father's love for us. So I had called you at the time and let you know I wanted one.
Then, Saturday December 10th I had a dream. In the dream Billy was there. He was in a very clear room that had clear glass walls. There were people there, including me, but I don't remember their faces. Billy was speaking/sharing, but I don't remember what he was saying. But as I "heard" him and looked at him, I started "crying" deep within my spirit. It was a good kind of crying--kind of a release. Then the dream ended.
The next morning I prayed asking the Lord to give me an interpretation. The clear room and clear glass walls represented that I was seeing in the Spirit. I didn't hear what Billy was saying in the dream because he was speaking to my spirit. When Billy was on earth he had had anointing from God to bring people into intimacy with their Father in heaven. I feel like the reason I started crying was because the Holy Spirit through Billy's words was touching and opening up my heart to receive more from the Lord. Then the Lord reminded me about the book you published Jennifer "Your Dad Wants to Bless You" which contains Billy's written blessings (I think the book is so appropriately named), and He told me He wanted me to get the book because He would use it to bless me and bring me closer to Him.
I hope this encourages you. You have been faithful to see that Billy's legacy was brought forth and that the anointing on His life will live on!
Love you,

Lucy

Lucy Cook Deliganis worked as the secretary and bookkeeper at Abiding Life Christian Fellowship/Joshua House while Billy was working there.

This dream made me think about the verses in the second chapter of Acts.

Peter Speaks Up

14-21 That's when Peter stood up and, backed by the other eleven, spoke out with bold urgency: "Fellow Jews, all of you who are visiting Jerusalem, listen carefully and get this story straight. These people aren't drunk as some of you suspect. They haven't had time to get drunk—it's only nine o'clock in the morning. This is what the prophet Joel announced would happen:

"In the Last Days," God says,
"I will pour out my Spirit
on every kind of people:
Your sons will prophesy,
also your daughters;
Your young men will see visions,
your old men dream dreams.
When the time comes,
I'll pour out my Spirit
On those who serve me, men and women both,
and they'll prophesy.
I'll set wonders in the sky above
and signs on the earth below,
Blood and fire and billowing smoke,
the sun turning black and the moon blood-red,
Before the Day of the Lord arrives,
the Day tremendous and marvelous;
And whoever calls out for help
to me, God, will be saved." (The Message)

Recycle

Recycle

” No one will be able to stand against you all the days of your life. As I was with Moses, so I will be with you; I will never leave you nor forsake you.” (Joshua 1:5)

I grew up in the 40’s and 50’s with practical parents. A mother, who washed aluminum foil after she cooked in it, then re-used it. A father who was happier getting old shoes fixed than buying new ones. They were the original re-cycle geeks before they had a name for it.

Their marriage was good, their dreams focused. Their best friends lived barely a wave away. I can see them now, Dad in trousers, casual shirt and a hat and Mom in a house dress, iron in one hand and dish towel in the other. It was the time for fixing things. A curtain rod, the kitchen radio, a screen door, the oven door, the hem in a dress…the things we keep.

It was a way of life, and sometimes it made me crazy. All the re-fixing, eating leftovers, renewing, I wanted just once to be wasteful. Waste meant affluence. Throwing things away meant you knew there’d always be more.

But then they died and in the warmth of hospital rooms, I was struck with the pain of learning that sometimes there isn’t any more.

Sometimes, what we care about most gets all used up and goes away. So while we have it, it is best we love it, care for it, fix it when it’s broken, and heal it when it’s sick.

This is true for marriages, old cars, children with bad report cards, dogs with bad hips, and aging parents and grandparents. We keep them because they are worth it and because we are worth it. Some things we keep: a best friend that moved away or a classmate from high school or college.

Family and good friends are like stars. You don’t always see them, but you know they are always there. There are just some things that make life important. People we know who are special, so we keep them close.

YOU ARE A “KEEPER” AND I CHOOSE TO KEEP YOU CLOSE!

Lord, bless us to love each other, forgive and hold on to each other in times of plenty and times of lack.

AMEN

I love you,

Dad

Excerpt from "Your Dad Wants To Bless You: Monday Morning Blessings" by Bill and Jennifer Crain