The second dream I had that particular night was very upsetting to me to say the least, as I am sure you will see why. At the time, I did not have any direction to “understanding” it but over the months, I have asked for further guidance and I believe God has been taking those nightmares and speaking directly to them. This one I believe is a message He wants me to share.
Dream #2:
I was walking outside. As I walked, the green grass became a very dark and loose dirt. the flat ground slowly became a hillside. As I walked I stepped on something. I looked down and it was a baby. A naked newborn baby that resembled a plastic baby doll. I knew in an instant the baby was no longer alive, although it once was, I looked up and around me-the field I once was walking in became a giant hole of dirt. I was standing inside the giant open hole and there were deceased babies everywhere. In my dream I recognized that someone had been throwing unwanted babies in this hole/pit to die.
Dream #2:
I was walking outside. As I walked, the green grass became a very dark and loose dirt. the flat ground slowly became a hillside. As I walked I stepped on something. I looked down and it was a baby. A naked newborn baby that resembled a plastic baby doll. I knew in an instant the baby was no longer alive, although it once was, I looked up and around me-the field I once was walking in became a giant hole of dirt. I was standing inside the giant open hole and there were deceased babies everywhere. In my dream I recognized that someone had been throwing unwanted babies in this hole/pit to die.
Fast forward to October this past year….the month of Halloween. Driving through the neighborhoods, one house in particular really struck me: scattered through the yard was “dead” baby dolls….zombie baby dolls. Baby dolls that had blood dripping down the sides of their heads. Baby’s dolls that had their eyes gauged out. It hit me in the gut. I was sickened by this display. Sadly, as much as I hope for it to be, I knew this was not the only house who used the imagery of dead, beaten babies as decoration this October… and my heart ached. It ached for the eyes of my 5 children who also had to see the same things out on someones yard. It ached for the mom who thought she didn’t have a choice but to have an abortion and is now struggling with guilt, shame and depression. It ached for the families who have lost precious children of their own. My heart ached for the people who think this kind of imagery is ok to any degree. My heart ached for our children growing up in an environment that is trying so desperately to desensitize them to grotesque abuse such as this.
And I felt the Holy Spirit grieve.
One can say that they are just dolls, just decorations, just “for fun”. But we all know there is a battle going on for the lives of real babies….His babies. His precious creations. His life is being thrown away. Some may read about this dream and hear a call to pray for a stop to abortion. For those hearing that, I hope you will take that call and begin praying what the Lord lays on your heart.
For others, I believe that I am telling this dream to allow the Holy Spirit to work on the hearts of those reading it in whatever way He desires. As I passed by that house, all I could do was pray for parents and the children in today’s world. Whether you are a parent yourself, a grandparent, an aunt, an uncle, a neighbor, a teacher, a friend....It changes with us and I believe have a job to do: To teach children this kind of imagery-this kind of “fun” is not fun at all. This world wants to rob our children of everything good. It wants to teach our kids to walk past the suffering. It wants to teach our kids that death is something to be laughed at…to be displayed on our front lawns as decorations, to be watched on tv for entertainment, to be reasoned away by “experts” with opinions.
For others, I believe that I am telling this dream to allow the Holy Spirit to work on the hearts of those reading it in whatever way He desires. As I passed by that house, all I could do was pray for parents and the children in today’s world. Whether you are a parent yourself, a grandparent, an aunt, an uncle, a neighbor, a teacher, a friend....It changes with us and I believe have a job to do: To teach children this kind of imagery-this kind of “fun” is not fun at all. This world wants to rob our children of everything good. It wants to teach our kids to walk past the suffering. It wants to teach our kids that death is something to be laughed at…to be displayed on our front lawns as decorations, to be watched on tv for entertainment, to be reasoned away by “experts” with opinions.
This is a real battle….not between you and me….not between the mom who had an abortion and the one who didn’t. Not between politics or your opinion or mine. This is a spiritual battle for our hearts-for my heart. For your heart. For children’s hearts. If we want the eyes of children to be opened, if we want them to learn right from wrong…our eyes must be opened first. Do not stand back while children of all ages (without knowing it) losses this battle with the world. Teach them to appreciate life. Teach them to respect life. ALL life….not just the lives the world tells you to.
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*I am well aware of the intense emotions a topic like this may stir up. I sincerely offer my listening ear to anyone who may need it. Please email me at any time. I am ready to stand beside you and lift you in prayer and walk beside you in your journey. If you are someone who is suffering silently with anything relatable to this topic, please reach out….if not to me, to someone you trust.
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