HOW CAN A NAME BE SO POWERFUL?

HOW CAN A NAME BE SO POWERFUL?

An intense dream gripped me early Sunday morning.

MY DREAM

SCENE I:

I should have known by the ominous looking clouds that something horrible was about to happen. Bathing suit clad bodies were packed so tight in the pool I could hardly make out where my three boys were. My head bobbed and weaved in search of them.

Whew, there they are.

Their smiles reminded me they were just fine so I hopped up to throw our trash in the garbage can just feet away. Tossing my items inside, I spun around to return. Nearly every person was gone. The stragglers that remained were running out of the pool as if something terrible happened. How hundreds of people could get out of a pool in mere seconds I couldn’t comprehend. But that was the least of my problems.

“Elijah!”

“Isaiah!”

“Joshua!”

They were nowhere to be found. Frantically, I ran up to anyone I could find asking if they’d seen my boys. I screamed their names over and over to no avail. Finally, I dropped to my knees weeping and groaning.

Where are my boys?

What will I tell Frank?

Oh God, oh God, oh God…

A man who looked to be some sort of official appeared so I ran toward him. I desperately pleaded with him to help me find my lost boys. In a authoritative but aggravatingly calm voice, he answered,

“Your boys are going to be just fine. Don’t worry. They will be found.”

“Everything is going to be alright.”

No matter how panicked I became, he wasn’t moved. He remained calm and somehow calmed me too. He made me believe that what he said was true.

SCENE II:

Standing at the foot of my husband’s hospital bed I felt queasy at the thought of telling him what I did. I lost our children. Behind his bed was a large clear window where people were standing outside as if on a balcony. After telling my husband the news I look up and a hideous creature appeared. Though I’d never seen one, it was a demon and I was completely aware of that fact. Sharp vampire like teeth hung from his upper lip. Blood dripped from the sides of his mouth and ran down his chin. He appeared in shades of black and gray and was terrifying.

From the corner of my eye I saw he’d entered the room through the wall as I darted under the bed. Instantly, he was right in front of me. I felt an intense pressure in my mouth I can only describe as being similar to childbirth.

Like a toddler afraid of the dark, I closed my eyes and squinted hard for fear he could pry them open. Automatically; instinctively I began quoting scripture. Verse after verse like rapid fire came. The pressure of the demon at my mouth was so strong. I knew if I let up even for a second he would enter.

“Jesus!” I screamed in between scriptures.

The battle went on like this for a while. He could not get in and I could tell he was furious. As if knowing he was not going to win this battle, just like he came in, he left. The oppressive darkness was instantly gone.

The dream ended and I opened my eyes but couldn’t move my body. I was still afraid and yet keenly aware that there was great significance to this dream.

BURDENED FOR MY BOYS

The night of my dream, I went to bed deeply burdened. I’d cried throughout the day after meeting that morning with a dear friend who’d been struggling with their young adult child involved in things that could bring destruction. My heart wept for them. Our conversation caused me to think about my own sons.

How will they turn out? Will they get involved in these things? Who will they become? 

Realizing the brevity of my remaining years to control and speak truth into their lives, it was all I could think about.

My husband asked me what was hurting me so bad.

“The pain of the future,” I responded.

I’ve committed my children into God’s hands and I trust Him unequivocally with their lives and hearts. But, after after thinking about my life and reading scripture without my rose colored glasses, it is clear that sometimes, the way down is the way up. That always involves pain.

Do you ever feel the future’s pain? I do.

A lot.

THOUGHTS ABOUT THE DREAM

Scene I: I went to bed concerned over the thought of losing my boys. In my dream, I lost them. I firmly believe the “official” was God letting me know they will be just fine. In the midst of our worst pain, God appears to reassure us and bring peace.

Scene II: The demon was after me; I could see it in his eyes. He came out of nowhere and without warning. We must be prepared at all times. Click To TweetScripture tells us we are in battle and with whom. Our fight is not against people but against rulers of the darkness of this world; against principalities, powers, and spiritual wickedness. The weapons of our warfare are not carnal but mighty through God. We quench the enemy’s fiery darts only by holding up the sword of the spirit.

The word of God.

This dream reminded me that:

1. We are in a battle

2. Knowing God’s word is our only defense. Jesus is the Word.

3. The name of Jesus is immensely powerful.

At the mention of His name; at the sound of God’s word, the demon in my dream was powerless. He persisted and kept looking for a opening, but he didn’t get one.

The name of Jesus is far more powerful than I realize in my day-to-day life.

Whether the battle is in our personal lives, in our marriages, or with our children, there is a battle. It goes far beyond what we see and cannot be fought by conventional means. As scary as it was, I am grateful I was given a glimpse of this battle.

God’s is our only defense and our greatest defense.

May we live in His word, breathe it, and know it. When the enemy comes, because he will, let us be found with our swords sharp and ready for battle.

Scripture References:

Ephesians 6:12, 6:16, 6:17

2 Corinthians 10:4

John 1:14

The name of Jesus is far more powerful than I realize in my day-to-day life. Click To Tweet

4 Replies to “HOW CAN A NAME BE SO POWERFUL?”

  1. As I read this, I could just hear your voice speaking. I’m so glad you’re writing. This is powerful and needs to be said, yet nobody but you could have told this story. Keep it up, my dear friend.

  2. Lovely – what a dichotomous reminder, both beautiful and terrifying, reminder that we are constantly at war.