The Lord told me to write this blog this morning…on March 14th, 2020.
1978: The doctor asked my mom what she wanted to “do” (inferring she could get an abortion with me) since she had been exposed to and had high titers for CMV. My mom told him she wouldn’t “do“ anything anyway to end the pregnancy. He told her I could have mental retardation and blindness. That nonsense didn’t sway my mom.
February 3, 2020, my friend had two dreams of me.
1st dream. He reaches the top floor of an old fashioned style hotel. He walks off the elevator and sees me. I was wearing a burgundy/red velvet suit, like a valet would wear. A part of my hair was dyed lime green.
I was standing in the hallway calling out over and over “Come here little baby.” He walks over to me. I had crawled half way into a heating and air duct. I was reaching out and calling “Come here little baby.”
Every time I said it, he felt like I was calling out to an actual baby, but I pulled out a pigeon and set it in the hallway. I tried to nudge the pigeon away, but it just sat there and did nothing.
2nd dream. He comes to me in the dream and tells me about the first dream and asked if it meant anything to me. I said I was 95% sure it was about a girl.
He sat down and noticed everyone praying. The crowd split. There was an older man and his son discussing whether or not to keep the man’s daughter alive.
Everyone said she was a gimp and disfigured. When he saw her, he knew nothing was wrong with her. She was standing on a chair and the father’s son pushed her off and it killed her.
I take dreams seriously as the Lord has warned me and spoken to me from dreams many times.
So I asked the Lord what these dreams meant.
Some back story…in sequential order.
January 2020, He encouraged me to speak publicly on Covenant.
February 1st, the last part of my year long Jesus fast, God called me to be a sacrifice. (If you haven’t tracked with my journey, He had me be a part of the temple the whole year of fasting as a prophetic symbolic act.)
February 3rd, I get these two dreams from my friend.
February 16th, my friend told me God gives me the name “My baby girl.” Like I am God’s precious baby girl.
March 9th, I wrote in my journal “You can’t kill the baby (covenant) while the vision is being birthed.”
March 10th, I have a dream that I am pregnant. I got a copy of the ultrasound and the baby was so beautiful. I thought it was possible to be pregnant with a baby in the dream. (Even though I know I am not sexually active.) I knew this was about me speaking on covenant.
That day I tell some friends, I am not surprised that I am getting push back on covenant as we are okay with abortion as a nation, we are okay with killing babies and the enemy loves to kill a dream before it’s born.
Covenant should not have a bad taste in our mouths but it does. Just like abortion should be obviously wrong, but it isn’t. Deception is in both camps.
There is forgiveness in both camps too, but there is too much shame around it.
We can’t receive grace, but justify our actions and demand our rights instead.
March 11th, another friend (not in previous conversation) sends me this video…
I had never heard Gianna’s story before.
She survived a murder attempt.
And all of this comes down to this interpretation from the Lord to me:
You are willing to serve Me in what feels old fashioned (the hotel in the dream) to people. This is my redemption in your life. (red clothing I wore in the dream) You are calling out to people. This is just the beginning. It’s a sacrifice, (pigeon in the dream) but keep calling out. People won’t listen but will call this message of covenant defective. They will eventually kill it. (like in the dream)
So what hope does that give me?
A ton. Just because society is deceived on this, I am not. I am HIS precious daughter, His baby girl, a sacrifice that is a pleasing aroma to Him as I die on this altar…
So others can live.
So families can be saved.
I wear the robes stained with the blood of Jesus.
When a sacrifice is dying, there it truly lives.
That’s the life that is a pleasing aroma to the Lord. The world can call covenant defective all day long, like we kill babies all day long.
God sees those ultrasounds as beautiful. I carry the message of covenant.
He created covenant. I will continue to speak. Maybe the message will be killed at the end…or even the messenger, but that wouldn’t shock me.
We kill babies.
We killed the disciples.
We killed Jesus.
We kill the very people that bring life.
And I’ll die so others may live too.
Bury me in red velvet, if I don’t survive the attempted murder.
Catch me not being silent about things that matter.
My mom was told I could have a deformity. She could have killed me, her baby girl…before I was born totally healthy.
But she didn’t. Then my mom and dad stamped a name on me that prophetically will have ripples into eternity.
Teresa Maureen which means “harvester of the dark.”
Thankful for life.
Thankful life goes into darkness and darkness will never overcome it.
