Lauren Daigle was diagnosed with cytomegalovirus when she was 15 years old. The infection necessitated a two-year absence from her high school. During the two years of recovery at home, God gave Lauren dreams and visions of her future.
“He started imparting vision to me during that time. It was amazing because I was laying on the bed, wasn’t able to do anything and I would get visions of touring, and tour buses and being on and off stages, and venues, and interviews, and charts. I mean He showed me literally so much of it, and I would lay in bed and say God is this just me dreaming? Am I getting cabin fever, or is this really what you’re calling me to?
It was beautiful because not only in that time did He awaken a dream in me, but He also didn’t allow me to fall under to what the enemy wanted to create in that time – loneliness & depression. God let me see the next season.”
( “Lauren Daigle’s unexpected path to purpose.” www.life1025.com
In the midst of suffering, God encouraged Lauren Daigle with hope. Seeing into the future, He decided to share some of His knowledge with her which, of course, proved to be spot-on accurate. (Check out her breathtaking 😅 tour schedule here! )
I’ve experienced – on a MUCH smaller scale – two occasions of God showing me future events through dreams. Two simple, short dreams that made a lasting impression, and that I later saw unfold before me with my waking eyes.
It’s pretty cool to have that happen, but I don’t think that is God’s main desire for us: that we see future events in our night visions. I believe His main goal in our lives is to show us how much He loves us, how much He accepts us, and how He wants to truly be our “life.”
I had a dream once that taught me about God’s acceptance; it literally changed my life, changed the way I relate to God, and changed the way I understood how He relates to me. I call it The Black Crows dream. This is how it went…
I was looking up into the sky at a large white sail that was being carried in the air by half a dozen crows. As I continued to watch them fly away, I realized that it was not a sail, but a cloak, a robe. My own white robe . . . and the crows were taking it away from me! I looked on, bothered by this fact, and meanwhile I was chewing a piece of raw meat. I just stood there, watching and chewing. I was not able to swallow the meat; I found it to be inedible.
You are probably familiar with the idea of a “robe of righteousness”:
I will greatly rejoice in the LORD, My soul shall be joyful in my God; For He has clothed me with the garments of salvation, He has covered me with the robe of righteousness, as a bridegroom decks himself with ornaments, and as a bride adorns herself with her jewels. (Isaiah 61:10)
So when I woke in the morning after the Black Crows dream, I thought, “Okay, God. I get it. I hear You. My sin is making me unrighteous, and that is why the crows were taking away my white ‘robe of righteousness.’”
Was my dream interpretation correct??? Heck no!