I had a great dream last night.
I ws meeting a guy named Steve (that I called Dave) at something like Moes. He was a big guy – 6’6″ or so. He had an ankle-high cast on his right foot and said that it was broken. I was already there with a friend but I cant recall who it was. I think that it was Jody Beasley. Is that right?
I remember seeing the swelling in his foot on the right side. It was protruding out.
I prayed for Steve and the power of God went through me like lightning. my arms were shaking. I prayed until. The swelling was gone, and he was healed. He got up and was walking around. He was prancing around. It was a great thing. Everyone was watching us.
Then, I stepped up and yelled that Jesus was alive and healing today and for anyone with ailments to come forward. They did. A black lady who was behind me in a booth said that God didnt love her anymore. I could see the death look in her eyes. I put my hands on her back and didnt even pray. She went out. Just a, “touch her LORD.”
Then some other lady came to me to talk about unforgiveness. I remember that she went on and on about something. I heard trailer park, etc. It was noisy. Things were happening. The black lady came to, and I went and touched her and God knocked her out again. Then I was back with the unforgiveness lady.
I saw others lining up around me.
Then I awoke.
It is coming, I expect.