Dream: Battle From a Place of Rest
Most of last night’s dream faded away upon awakening but I do remember walking through a Medieval village in the UK that seemed similar to the Cotswolds region. It was a season of tremendous anguish on earth.
Then I saw people gathering from many nations on the hills of Israel. They came with gifts of clothing, which were mostly white linen shirts and tunics. Plus we exchanged gold and silver picture frames.
But the main thing I remember was resting my head on Yeshua’s shoulder as He wrapped His arms around me. We stayed that way for a long time. And then I returned to the battlefield from that place of rest.
16.12.23
