God used my dream yesterday

God used my dream yesterday. Not everyone knows this, but I dream a lot. On a good night, I’ll get 10 (two pages in length written out) dreams. I’m not trying to brag, considering I have no control over these dreams and haven’t been the best steward of them. Typically, the dreams are forgotten unless someone provokes one and I explain the dream to that person.

This latter situation (someone provoking my dream and asking me to explain it) happened two weeks ago. My dream centered on a candidate in America’s current main political race.

The dream began to travel quickly from intercessors to leaders. Before I knew it, Cindy Jacobs, Dutch Sheets, and Chuck Pierce were praying against a spirit of deception (python spirit) that was trying to control the candidates and a younger generation still green in voting. Jayde Duncan, of the Duncan household I live in, prayed passionately about the next generation of young voters and explained to the 600 attendees of the Dutch Sheets Ministries assembly that a young son in the house had a dream leading up to these prayers.

As leaders around the nation prayed into the circumstances I had seen in my dreams, I felt empowered. Though nobody knew who the “young son” in the house was, it didn’t matter because I was contributing to something bigger.

The goal was bigger than my role.

This whole situation reminded me of some situations I dealt with in the Middle East. As the leader for a group of friends that went, I made many decisions, but didn’t always know the best direction to take. So, I turned to my assistant leader, Hannah Sheets, and asked her to be my eyes (a seer) and help discern the situations. Whether she’s receiving dreams that are steering the course of The Call, a book or some people in the Middle East she has steered many things without receiving public credit.

I love that. A leader able to make things happen without credit is rare and honorable. I want to do this more often, but perhaps by writing about this I’m giving myself credit. Bummer. Maybe Next time I’ll get it.

Two main lessons I learned:
1. Pay attention to every way the LORD speaks and doing something with His messages (pray, write or communicate them out)

2. Leading without recognition is honorable and exciting.


As the service reached a climax, Cindy Jacobs pulled the young girls, the young Deborahs, onto the stage to dance before the LORD. Their dancing was pure and beautiful. During that time, a leader (who was unable to hear why those girls were on stage) got upset that none of the men were representing on the stage. So, he looked at my roommate, Daniel Anderson, and me in order for us to get up on the stage. Immediately, we got nervous. How strange, creepy and embarrassing would it have been for us to dance up their with all the women. Usually things like this do not embarrass me, but I knew it would seem like I was making fun of those girls or having an identity crisis. But, we wanted to obey our leader.
We didn’t. He called us over to him. We told him why the girls were up there (without any boys) and he burst in hearty laughter. After the laughter subsided, he let us stay off stage as men.
Praise God it wasn’t a test of pride, for we would have failed.