Prophetic Dreams

 8/31/25 

I had a dream last night from the Lord. I have had dreams before that I knew without doubt were from God- prophecies, visions… 

When I was just married I had a dream where the Lord told me that I would have a child, my first child would be a girl. When I was younger I wanted boys but God said my second child would also be a girl. So I thought I would adopt my second child to be a boy. No! God told me… the younger will save the older (from being a young widow) 

After a few years of marriage Brandon and I got pregnant. I miscarried at 4 months old in our bathtub by myself as Brandon was upstairs, drunk, and unresponsive to my cries. It was traumatic, I was devastated. But, God, being the good father that he is whispered to me- I impregnated you with motherhood.  I didn’t know what that meant. A few months later, while driving home from work, an ad for a foster parent agency came on the Christian radio. It was like the radio station was speaking directly to me- I called and scheduled an appointment for Brandon and I to start the trainings/classes to become foster parents without even consulting him. When I got home I told him, not asked, that we were taking these classes. One thing about my husband is he literally never tells me no, and as such, he agreed to go. Upon the completion of our training, April 2008) we got a placement for not one, but two little girls Mariah (age “9, going on 10”) and Desiree (age 5).

So the prophecy seemed to be fulfilled. More incidental, these precious girls were brought to our home the week of my due date for our miscarried child. While our girls lived with us, I got pregnant with our first biological child, the girls stayed with us 11 months, leaving just before Hannah was born. When they were reunified with their mom my heart was torn. I knew they loved their mom, but I knew they loved me too-I told their mom that we would always be in their life and available to them whenever they needed us. A vow, a covenant we kept. 

Fast forward a few years - Zech was born 14 months after Hannah, Tabitha was born 20 months after Zech. Girl, boy, girl. 4 pregnancies in 4 years. Caroline had Marissa 6 months before Tabitha was born. Destiny was 2 years older than Hannah, an infant in another home while we had the girls. 7 kids (incidentally my grandmother also had 7 kids) All seven of which Brandon and I raised together, as siblings. 

As time went on, our visits came fewer and fewer. But we never lost contact, and journeyed a bumpy life with dysfunction and imperfection together-as all families do. In 2019 Desi lived with us, I supported her through high school graduation. In 2020, Covid quarantine mandates happened and Desi & Rissa  quarantined with us. In June, 2020, Desiree moved out at 18. Rissa moved back in with Mariah. We moved to Oregon. In 2022, Marissa and Desi moved to Vegas, Destiny moved in with us. In 2023 Mariah got married. In 2024 Marissa moved in with us. In 2025 all 4 girls came to visit, all 7 siblings reunited in the same home, at the same time) and a week after that visit- Mariah and her husband Patrick also moved into our home. And God whispered- the prophecy is fulfilled. The youngest saved the oldest. Mariah being the oldest (27) and Rissa being the youngest gets (13). 

I tell this story because the prophecy didn’t make sense in its formation. But I knew God was speaking to me. So, like Mary I buried this in my heart. I held onto it for 18 years. While God moved, in his time. 

I say this because last night, God spoke again. I don’t see him when he speaks. But I know it is him. Last night he told me that in 3 years, I will preform water miracles but I must be faithful in my devotion. What does that mean? Baptism? He was not specific. But it was miracles, plural. And water specific, with 3 years being the measured goal. 

I three years my youngest will be 16. Which also seems significant. Another detail in the dream are two boys, both of which attend my school- both of which are quite challenging behaviorally. But they were in church in my dream, with me.

And so, I find myself trusting God again. I know that he uses those who are willing. I am willing God-send me. I know that he works in his timing, not my own- I’ll wait upon the Lord.