2011 was my last year with him because he died a couple weeks after I left for Bible school. But what if I was to tell you that I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that he was going to die nearly two months in advance? Would you think I was crazy? Would you label me as a Charismatic? What would you say to me if I told you that God revealed a piece of His plan with me in my sleep?
The following is a dream I had just before I woke up on November 26, 2011. My goal is not to prove to you that God can speak through dreams and I will not debate you. All I will do is tell you my dream and you can take it or leave it, but this is what I wrote in my notebook that morning as soon as I awoke from that dream:
"I was trying to save somebody, but I couldn't tell who. The waters were coming in to quick. The waves were all around. As the oceans fell upon us, the roar of the waters had swallowed them up, however, I survived having no injuries.
Flashing in and out was when we immediately appeared in our church. It seemed to be a party like never before. Better than a prom and lovelier than a wedding and more beautiful than a bride on that day.
Once again, the dream changed and we were all in a hospital room surrounding a patient who had just breathed his last. The sheet had been over their head acknowledging that they were dead. But we were praying for this individual and immediately they were raised. The man under the covers sat up, but I never got a look because we were back in the church.
We walked to the front of the sanctuary as if we were looking for a casket, but I want to tell you there was nothing there. I continued to walk around and down the other aisle only to see that the entire congregation was dressed in a glowing white. Not one person was in black.
I tell you that the audience was made up of every nationality. Every tribe and city and nation was dressed in this unexplainable white, but not one person was sitting nor were they standing. When I mentioned a party earlier I truly meant it. They were dancing and singing and shouting and chanting.
I began to get a smile on my face. I began to enjoy this place. Even as the introvert that I am I was longing that this would never end. I was shaking hands and meeting new friends, but one man quickly gained my attention. For as I was making my way down the aisle I knew that he was staring directly at me.
He was a tall man with white hair and a controlled face. He shook my hand with power and spoke to me with authority. There was no question to what he said, for when he spoke all other sounds seemed to flee from my ears. His voice was deep and if I can say...thunderous.
He greeted me with the warmth of his hand, but began our conversation by asking me the question, 'Has anybody died yet?' All I could think was no and that's what I told him, but he quickly responded by telling me that 'someone will die a few weeks after the wedding.'
As quickly as lightning illuminates the night sky and then is no where to be found, so was the time it took for us to immediately be sitting at my grandparents house enjoying a nice meal together. The food was hot and the family was here, however, I was given a cup of water in order that I may bless my grandpa. I took it to him and he drank."This is the dream that I had that early morning nearly two months before his passing. When I awoke I wanted to write this down as soon as I could find a pen and some paper. However, I was confused. I knew that this was from God and I knew it was referring to my grandpa, but there was no wedding. Not only that, but at the time the dementia that he was suffering from had been stable and there was no sign of any digression.
Well as you would have guessed, I then found out just a few days later that my cousin, his granddaughter, was getting married on December 31, 2011. I couldn't make it to the wedding because I was in Mexico, but as I returned on January 8th of that new year I knew that I had to see him just one last time before I left for New Tribes Bible Institute.
You see, it was right before I left for Mexico on New Years Eve Morning that his health began declining rapidly. Faster than ever expected. When I returned from the mission trip I had a 5-day window of opportunity to go see him. When he saw me he wanted to leave the nursing home and come with me, but I had to leave without him that day.
Indeed, the saddest moment I had ever had with him because I knew he was hurting.
I thank the Lord that on February 2, 2012 God took him home where the word "suffering" is not in their vocabulary. Thank You Jesus and thank you Russell Kitchen for being a true representation of Christ in my life!
Again, I am not claiming to be a prophet of any kind. I do not seek these dreams, but sometimes they occur. I cannot explain them, but I can only trust that God has a plan. I do want to tell you though, that everything in this dream came true in more words than I can write. God works wonders and I believe that He is allowed to work and speak in truly whatever way He knows best. Thank you for your time and God bless!
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