Some time ago I had a dream about a river, and I never felt I got the full interpretation of it. A week or so ago, I was thinking about it again and I asked God to tell me more. I won’t recount the dream except to say that it concerns a river running across our driveway. It’s a long dream and this will make sense without it. Here’s what I believe I heard God saying:
It (the rest of the interpretation) has to do with foundations. My word in you must be your base, but you, in experiencing life, have filled in rubble that buries the Word in piles of things “set in stone” that the river must then erode and wash away. The natural course of a river contradicts this picture. In a natural river, silt builds up; the banks recede; the river spreads out and slows down. That is what happens to a natural river under the curse.
You don’t need all that silt and clutter in your life. You need newness and fresh, clear, pure water to wash away the things that choke the flow of the Spirit in your life. You need a constant influx of My healing, cleansing waters flowing swiftly. The river is your life, or a picture of it.
The river also denotes My church. All summer long and through the winter, streams have been melting a little here and a little there, flowing together, gathering. They can’t pause their flowing when once they have begun. I have been gathering them in preparation since long before you were even aware of the need or of My intent. I have been gathering them to prepare a fountain head for My new expression in you all. (Note: not a different expression, but an expression made new in newness of life.)
Don’t feel badly that things don’t seem to be moving–a trickle now and again that immediately seeps into the ground . . . This is not My beginning–not yet. This is My pre-beginning in you. Preparation work for the ground level of My sanctuary built not with human hands, but in My own way and time.
I know how to both build you together and deconstruct you and make of you a new thing–many new things, for as living stones, you reproduce.
The way of the lively water is deep. The way of the white water is swift. The way of the still water is deep, deep–deep and cold and pure. Yet all of these ways have their time and place in the river. No one but I alone can direct you down this most ancient of rivers, yet ever and always new. You will seek and find Me in the secret places where the river is gathered in hidden places, awaiting My timing and My command to flow.
The gathering of the river is secret. The quickening of the river is in My hand. The releasing of the river is imminent.
Do not attempt to tame or control or direct My river, for I alone have its reigns. I alone will command its floods and its turnings. But let My river run deep in you. Allow Me to wash away the rubble, the silt, the uncleanness in your lives. If you cling to it, you will turn your life into a swamp. Rubble collects yet more rubble until what should be a live river becomes a treacherous wetland. While it still sustains life, it has lost its distinctness from the world.
It destroys places to dwell in and attracts vile things–insects, predators of every kind. The weary are well-advised to stay clear of such places lest they stumble and do not rise again.
Do not fail to keep your banks–your separateness from the world. Let go of your rubble. Keep yourself connected to the source–My Son–who gives you all things and causes My Holy Spirit to flow deeply through you. Then you will not overflow your banks, but the flood, when it comes, will go deep instead, washing away those things unneeded, down to the true foundations–all the way to the bedrock which is Jesus Christ. There you are joined to all the other rivers, becoming one river that covers the whole earth.
This is My commandment–that you love one another–embrace one another in a display of true affection. Become one with the whole distribution of brethren over the earth so that My glory may cover the earth. If anyone does not join this flow, I say to you that he will dry up and no longer be a river, but only a dying pool–a breeding ground for unclean and undesirable things. This you have witnessed over and over. These have an appearance of life, but are dead. From such turn away lest you become like them.
My Word is pure. His bride is pure. Dress her in purest snowy linen; grant her gold of Ophir–hints of My glory within her, peeking out from the folds of her garments and the fastenings in her hair. Let her drink of the undiluted river of My Spirit–strength to look upon the mightiest King and, because she is undefiled with the world, not only to live in My presence, but to dance before Me in joyous innocence and love.
If you don’t understand something and would like to, ask. This is for the church (in particular, those involved in the organic expression of the church), and isn’t going to make sense to anyone else. If you’re of the church and don’t know the symbolism, ask and I’ll do my best to explain it. Some of it, though, I don’t fully understand myself.
Love in Him, Cindy