About two weeks ago, I was working at my desk one evening in my office. There was no music on – no radio or TV playing – nothing through which a voice could speak. I was alone in my home in Uxbridge. No one here.
Suddenly – out of nowhere, a male voice said, “Five.” That’s all. Nothing more – just, “Five.” The voice itself was unremarkable – just an ordinary male voice – although if I were asked to describe it, I would say it had a certain resonance.
This morning, as I was dressing, I looked at a notebook I keep beside my bed to record any unusual dreams, particularly dreams where I suspect God is trying to communicate something to me. The dream I was reading about came on Nov. 17, 2012. Here is the entry:
“Just woke up. Can’t remember much of dream. Just know I was in heavy intercession – something about the number five in a box – or on a box. (Then I drew what I had seen – a square with a #5 in it.) In the dream one of my granddaughters was crying – like writhing in the spirit – in so much spiritual pain – as though trapped between two powerful forces. I was interceding.”
I had TOTALLY forgotten about this dream – certainly wouldn’t have remembered it, had I not recorded it. You can imagine my shock when I read that I had dreamed about the #5, after hearing an audible voice say it.
Obviously, God is trying to communicate something to me that is important, and so I shall pray into it to try to understand. I wanted to record it here, now, so that there will be no question of God’s involvement in whatever happens.
Meanwhile, I looked up the significance of the #5, and it means “Grace or God’s goodness.” Her middle name is Grace.
To be continued…