|Posted by donnadawson on July 11, 2009 at 2:28 PM|
Two weeks ago I was awakened in the middle of the night by a horrendous dream. I dreamt I was in prison. It was a dungeon-like place and my impressions were of cold, damp darkness. I felt great terror because I knew that soon--very soon--they would return for me and punishment would begin again. The voices came from a distant hall and the fear in me screamed no more! I can't take anymore! And then I felt pain. Ripping, searing, mind-numbing pain. I bellowed in my agony and yet I knew that to end that agony I must deny Christ. I have impressions of moving in and out of consciousness and with each moment of awareness I knew I had not given in.
And then I woke up and as I shook off the sleep, the name Pietra came to me. Pray for Pietra. He needs your prayers. I knew that it wasn't me in the dream but this faceless man name Pietra and God was calling me to pray for him. The rest of the night was spent on the edge of sleep, in prayer, interceding for a man I only knew through strange impressions and a name. Pietra.
The dream faded into the obscurity of a busy day and I never thought much more of Pietra other than the occasional reminder to pray--and so I would.
Last night the dreams were there again. Insistent. Realistic. And heart-pounding. Pray for Pietra. And I did. So that leaves me with today. He is still on my mind and in my prayers. And the urge is stronger. Pray for Pietra. And get others to pray. So I bring Pietra's prayer request before you and ask you to pray for him. For his release. For his strength in faith. For his freedom from fear and pain.
The last time I experienced this it was over one of my daughters. I spent that night in prayer too. And it wasn't until some time later that this same daughter confided in me that when I had told her God had awakened me to pray for her safety that she didn't want to tell me how badly needed it was. Through the time of prayer, she was being stalked. What could have been a horrible and possibly deadly experience for her ended in miraculous intervention. Knowing this, I don't take these dreams lightly. If you feel led to pray, please do. Thank you.