Birthing the Dream of God
It was intimate and it was done in the secret place. It was no longer about the three of us. It wasn’t about if he said yes or not. God required me to be face down and on my knees. That was where He wanted me—fully surrendered. I was finally positioned. It was just between God and me.
It wasn’t a threesome, although God wanted us to do it together. He wanted a yes—not a partial yes, not a conditional one, but a surrendered yes. I had finally come into a place of complete surrender. My heart was open, my will broken, and I was ready to conceive the dream of God.
God has prophetic dreams for you and your generations. He had chosen to impregnate mine in the lining of my marriage. It was fertile ground—the place where He would do His greatest work. He had already planted the seeds: “You are a key factor in breaking this spirit of death and false religion. When you get to this place in Me, you will be a major voice. Whole families will come out of your loins. It is not an accident the family you were born into—you will bring them life because I am life.”
It was time to push. And though the pressure was great, it was measured. God allowed just enough to shape me but not destroy me. There were moments I thought I would die, but the truth was—I was being reborn.
God is not trying to kill you; He’s trying to get you out of the way. He’s forming His image inside of you. He’s teaching you how to respond the way He would respond. I could no longer say what I wanted to say or do what I wanted to do. I was carrying something holy—something bigger than me. I was giving birth to the dream of God.
Just like Mary, I was carrying the Word. The Word was becoming flesh in my life.
Psalm 126 says, “When the Lord turned again the captivity of Zion, we were like those who dream.”
My marriage was falling apart, yet God was still requiring me to honor Him, to stay on my face in prayer, and to intercede beyond what my eyes could see. It was one of the most painful seasons of my life. I was watching what I loved the most die, while God was requiring me to dream for better—for my family and for the generations that would come through me.
I was pushing past pain, rejection, fear, abuse, and destruction. I wanted everything God had promised me and my bloodline. Watching the enemy destroy marriages, steal souls through deception, and dismantle the wealth that God had ordained for my family broke my heart—and it brought me back to my knees.
You may not fully understand what you are birthing right now. You might be carrying your children, a marriage, your generations, or even a nation. Sometimes it feels like nothing is moving, or maybe it seems dead—but it’s not. God is working in you, shaping something that would be hard to believe if He told you all the details.
Seek Him for wisdom. Ask Him for understanding. God is inviting you into a deeper level of intimacy—a place where conception happens. It’s there, in the secret place, that you will conceive and give birth to His prophetic dreams.
Let Him turn your captivity so you can dream again.
Proverbs 24:3 – Through wisdom is a house built; and by understanding it is established.
Psalm 126:1 – When the Lord turned again the captivity of Zion, we were like them that dream.
2 Chronicles 20:20 – Believe in the Lord your God, so shall you be established; believe His prophets, so shall you prosper.