Dream of Stitching

Dream of Stitching

From here in Australia, I saw myself back in Israel. Suddenly my legs became those of a kangaroo and I jumped from Israel to Australia and back again with a thick, strong threaded silver needle in my mouth, stitching a straight line between the ends of the earth and Zion.

Looking at my legs, I began to laugh in the dream but it was so real, the lines of stitched fabric coming together from east to west and back again, that I recognized the fearfully but wonderfully made baby being knit together in its mother’s womb. And then two pictures came to mind from Canberra:

Upon arrival in the nation’s capitol, we saw a Mama kangaroo with her little Joey peeking out from her pouch. A few days later during a prayer-walk in Parliament, I had a vision of a kangaroo with its pouch sewn shut. In the next room was an animal exhibit with kangaroos. After our assignment, we spoke life and healing over the kangaroo and asked that her womb would be unstitched and opened for godly offspring and seed to spring forth.

Falling asleep again I heard a digiredu horn blowing in the distance. As the sound came closer, it merged with the sounds of a shofar and Swiss Alpen horn, carefully stitched together as Time nodded approvingly…

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