Dear reader, God speaks to us in dreams, but many times we don’t know it. Shocking! I was stabbed in a dream. See what happened next!
The dream.
I remember one night while I was sleeping at home, I had a terrifying dream. In this dream, I saw someone with a sharp knife suddenly stab me in the chest, right next to my heart! I woke up abruptly from this dream, terribly shaken. I placed both hands on my chest to check the size of the wound and stop the bleeding. But strangely, there was neither a wound nor blood!
Next, I checked the time and it showed that a few minutes had passed since midnight. Not knowing what to do, I sat on my bed for about an hour, wondering what this dream meant. Would I be stabbed the next day? So many thoughts like this crossed my mind until I finally fell asleep.
God actually wanted me to pray, but I failed to pray.
As you about to see, God brought me this dream so that I could intercede for someone, but I did not understand the language of heaven.
Brothers and sisters, never go back to bed after having a frightening dream. If I had gotten out of bed and cried out to God in intercession, what happened next would have been avoided.
This is what happened.
As usual, early in the morning I was the first employee to arrive at my workplace. As soon as I parked my car, one of the security guards came running with bad news.
He said:
Boss, our staff guarding one of the expats was murdered last night! He was stabbed while struggling with men who tried to break into the expats residence!
I was shocked by what I saw.
I quickly drove to the expat’s residence, which was less than a kilometer from my workplace. Upon arrival, I was informed that the police had not yet collected the corpse and that it was still in the security room where our staff was attacked.
Upon seeing the corpse, I was shocked by what I saw. Our staff had been stabbed in the exact place where I had been stabbed in my dream!
The guard was murdered two and a half hours after the frightening dream.
I then asked what time our guard was stabbed. I was told he was attacked at 2:30 a.m., two and a half hours after my frightening dream. Given the time, I concluded that God had seen it coming and wanted me to intercede for this guard.
I cried and repented before God.
As I gazed at the lifeless body, I quickly recalled the terrifying dream I had that night. Now I knew without a doubt that God was waking me up to pray for this man. I asked the Lord to forgive me and not to hold me responsible for this man’s blood.
