A favorite song lyric: “You have every failure, God, You have every victory…”

His juices flow in my dreams, I’m creative but not to that level. I just now woke up from being a fly on the wall for Queen Elizabeth’s personal life away from the cameras and then later talking to Sir Paul McCartney and transcribing down a new catchy song he was creatively assembling in his head and guitar fingers, spilling it out in rhyme. It was going to be a great song, I could tell, more of a Wings song than a Beatles song, LOL. I missed writing the 3rd verse in the dream, and of course didn’t write any of it down for real because I was dreaming. I can witness in wakefulness now that the real reels turning in my head were/are God’s creativity. 

“You have every failure, God, You have every victory“

And somewhere after the jumbled untangling dreams with the Queen’s insights of avoiding being followed, (trying to find private time for herself) and later learning about heartache from Paul McCartney and later how his creativity juices just bubbled up to song, I was then INTERRUPTED from a strong dream that was starting to go bad, starting to be very harmful to my ego.I knew waking up it was rubbish. 

Dreaming must be God combing our brain folds as He combs our hair. When He is taking time curating and straightening out thoughts being knit in our brain folds, it is as if He is separating the seeds from the chaff or picking the bad thought briers from our knit sweaters, those pesky seeds who come along like hitchhikers. He is getting us to a better state, pruning us. 

God is always looking to bless us, teach us. He is much more elaborate and vast and minutely detailed than each of us could comprehend. In this goof turned bad dream, my emotions were threatened to being exposed instead of me quietly taking in criticism. I was being hard-pressed and perplexed in spirit but not crushed! NOT CRUSHED! God WOKE me up to show me the garbage He was throwing away. God was separating the harvest of thoughts like He separates the delicate good wheat from the weeds sub-planted by the evil one.

God’s creativity in me is His. God’s love in us is His.

In this dream I was being singled out and maybe legitimately, but the criticism was manufactuted by evil forces who did not place these into my head while being asleep, but placed the bad thorn seeds while I was awake, only to sprout later. That happens to all of us, perhaps as super sensitive folks we absorb the criticism too much. I  hate being criticized, and in the dream I was being criticized or observed by an external unknowlegable person for something that was NOT previously stated as something being measured, a metric made up artificially for tracking. It doesn’t matter to explain this, just know that THIS IS WHERE GOD INTERVENED, halted the train of destructive thought, WOKE ME UP.

God’s combing every hair on our heads, both because He knows them and because He is picking out the gum that some evil influence tossed at us. God’s purification is complete when Jesus covers us with His blood. Blood over blemishes. 

“The only thing that matters now is everything You think of me

In You I find my worth, in You I find my identity”

Let God complete the good work He started in us! (Ok back to bed, good dreams God please!)

Amen 

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“Taking all I have, and now I’m laying it at Your feet

You have every failure, God, You have every victory”

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Song: You Say. By Lauren Daigle 

Listen link: https://youtu.be/HqpNGYbcy3U

Lyrics:

I keep fighting voices in my mind that say I’m not enough

Every single lie that tells me I will never measure up

Am I more than just the sum of every high and every low

Remind me once again just who I am because I need to know

Ooh-oh

…

You say I am loved when I can’t feel a thing

You say I am strong when I think I am weak

And you say I am held when I am falling short

And when I don’t belong, oh You say I am Yours

And I believe (I) Oh, I believe (I)

What You say of me (I) I believe

…

The only thing that matters now is everything You think of me

In You I find my worth, in You I find my identity

Ooh-oh

…

You say I am loved when I can’t feel a thing

You say I am strong when I think I am weak

And you say I am held when I am falling short

When I don’t belong, oh You say I am Yours

And I believe (I) Oh, I believe (I)

What You say of me (I) Oh, I believe

…

Taking all I have, and now I’m laying it at Your feet

You have every failure, God, You have every victory

Ooh-oh

…

You say I am loved when I can’t feel a thing

You say I am strong when I think I am weak

You say I am held when I am falling short

When I don’t belong, oh You say I am Yours

And I believe (I), Oh, I believe (I)

What You say of me (I)

I believe

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Matthew 13:24-30, 34-43

The Parable of the Weeds

Jesus told them another parable: “The kingdom of heaven is like a man who sowed good seed in his field.  But while everyone was sleeping, his enemy came and sowed weeds among the wheat, and went away. When the wheat sprouted and formed heads, then the weeds also appeared.

“The owner’s servants came to him and said, ‘Sir, didn’t you sow good seed in your field? Where then did the weeds come from?’

“‘An enemy did this,’ he replied.

“The servants asked him, ‘Do you want us to go and pull them up?’

“‘No,’ he answered, ‘because while you are pulling the weeds, you may uproot the wheat with them. Let both grow together until the harvest. At that time I will tell the harvesters: First collect the weeds and tie them in bundles to be burned; then gather the wheat and bring it into my barn.’”

Jesus spoke all these things to the crowd in parables; he did not say anything to them without using a parable. So was fulfilled what was spoken through the prophet:

“I will open my mouth in parables, I will utter things hidden since the creation of the world.”

The Parable of the Weeds Explained

Then he left the crowd and went into the house. His disciples came to him and said, “Explain to us the parable of the weeds in the field.”

He answered, “The one who sowed the good seed is the Son of Man. The field is the world, and the good seed stands for the people of the kingdom. The weeds are the people of the evil one, and the enemy who sows them is the devil. The harvest is the end of the age, and the harvesters are angels.

“As the weeds are pulled up and burned in the fire, so it will be at the end of the age. The Son of Man will send out his angels, and they will weed out of his kingdom everything that causes sin and all who do evil. They will throw them into the blazing furnace, where there will be weeping and gnashing of teeth. Then the righteous will shine like the sun in the kingdom of their Father. Whoever has ears, let them hear.