Dream from 2000
Dreamt I was at a barnyard in Virginia. I was leaning on
fence over looking a corral. I was watching a blond stallion run wildly around
the inner perimeter. He was bucking and reeling up as if he was really angry.
He would stop and kick the fence hard from behind them run some more. Some how
I knew his name was “Hunter”. Someone was across from me attempting to catch
him. He would allow himself to get caught and stand still for a moment. That
person would try to mount the violent stallion and the second they did, he
would buck wildly trying to shake them off. His back. They would after a few
seconds fall to the ground somewhat hurt.
This happened over and over again. The rider would dust himself off then
try again. A woman would come up to the fence and lean on the rail. When this
violent stallion would see her he would run towards her to scare her away and
reel up trying to kick her in the face.
When I awoke Jesus spoke to me. “This horse can never be
broken. It is full of rebellion. Its only use would be for rodeos and the glue
factory.” I realized that this horse was real and belonged to someone I knew
very well. The Horses real name was thunder, which suited this wild horse, yet
the person who owned it was named Hunter in real life. I had met several people
over the years that Jesus showed me were unbreakable. They would fight against
everything Jesus was trying to do in their lives over and over again. So they
were useless in the kingdom of God because of it. Jesus showed me sometime
later that the native American Natives would train their horses to respond by
just pulling on their mane and later only have a halter and didn’t need a
bridle to steer them.
Psalm 32:9New International Version (NIV)
9 Do not be
like the horse or the mule,
which have no understanding
but must be controlled by bit and bridle
or they will not come to you.
which have no understanding
but must be controlled by bit and bridle
or they will not come to you.
Last night the
Lord spoke to me in the night again regarding this revelation.
March 6th
2016
“The unbreakable horse is not the worse
horse but a Horse that pretends to be broken but lashes out unexpectedly is
more worthless. How can you trust a horse like that?”
I then
remembered years ago when I used to ride horses a lot growing up. I was
surrounded by horse ranches in my town and would spend all my money riding. I
rode this one horse often that no one else wanted to ride him because he was so
unpredictable. Oddly enough his name was Thunder. I would be riding along
through the open field in a full gallop and he would suddenly start bucking
trying to get me off his back for no apparent reason. One time I flew right off
so fast and down to the ground that I remembered nothing at all as to how I got
to be on the ground. I was stunned as people came running to me thinking I must
have been hurt, but I was fine just a little stunned.
The Lord spoke
again after I revisited this memory. “There
is nothing more useless than a horse you can’t trust. You can’t hitch him to a
wagon and trust your family in his care. If you hitch him to a plow he could
just run off with the plow. If you ride him he could throw you to the ground
anytime he decided to rebel and refuse to be under your leadership. He is fit
only for the glue factory.”
I then remembered
a story I heard years ago on Dr Dobson radio show about strong willed children.
A mother was disciplining her young son and told him to sit on the chair until
she sees fit. The boy responded, “I may be sitting down on the outside but on
the inside I’m standing up”. This was just like this horse, he was never really
broken, he was unbreakable, but the worse kind where he pretended to be broken
but deep down he is full of rebellion and can’t help but lash out every once in
a while.
I then realized
this was like most of the people in church that I knew. They were never broken
and so to get along with the church they pretend to be broken never submitting
to the Lord Jesus Christ. They never surrendered to the King.
EJ Ouellette
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