Most people associate giants with David the psalmist. He killed Goliath , the giant who was making fun of the people of God. Why did he need five stones? Some people believe they were intended to kill Goliath's brothers if they proved to be a threat too. The other giant most people know about is the one from whom Jack in the story of Jack and the Beanstalk stole treasures. Amazingly, Jack is the hero even though he invaded and raided the territory of the giant. Finally, the giant is slain when the beanstalk is cut down.

Do you know that giants walk this earth? We may not meet them ordinarily; but they are here. Some of them appear in dreams. I know for I met one. In the dream, I heard a knock at the backdoor, the entrance that was used most often. Before I could respond and open the door, I saw someone in my living room. He was dressed in colours my Dad liked and reminded me of him. But, my father would never enter my home unless I invited him inside personally. Additionally, the person was too tall for my father. Although my Dad was tall - at least 6'3", the being in my living room was taller. His head touched the ceiling; so he had to stand at least 9 ' tall!

"Do you have salt? Do you have oil?"

Before I could answer, he was gone! Not long after that dream, I decided to resume publication of a newsletter. In a Christian context, God expect believers to be salt and have oil. A friend had helped me to research salt; and a previous dream had demonstrated oil. A few weeks later, I tripped and fell in the backyard while hanging out clothes. The clothes in my hand covered the rock on which I fell or I may have received head injury, rendering me unconscious. Although I was stunned for a while, I made an effort to get up and twisted my big toe.The second attempt produced the same result; but I was able to get up and walk to the house.

By the time I got to the house, my left foot had ballooned and could not fit in any shoe. Although it was not funny, I had to use the walking cane my brother had carved for my Mom and which she refused to use. My niece and nephew coached me to 'put my best foot forward';  and I know why that is often a difficult task. The doctor at the Emergency Ward regarded the injury as a sprain; but sent me to Orthopedics to be fitted with a cast[Simpson's boot] and to purchase crutches. The Simpson's boot, it was explained, would relieve the pressure and swelling. I declined the offer three times on three different visits to the hospital. For three months I was unable to wear shoes - some which had been purchased just prior to the accident ; and I tried natural remedies. One friend gave me some Epsom Salts and using  that helped to relieve the swelling and pain. I used olive oil as well. But, healing came when I spent a day by the sea reading the Bible, fasting and praying. One pair of shoes - according to my request - fit properly. Today, when I buy shoes, I have to fit the left foot and put an inner sole in the right shoe if necessary.

According to the Bible, Jacob wrestled with an angel. In early January 2008, i had an unforgettable wrestling match but I doubt an angel was involved in it. They probably watched and cheered for me! Have you ever seen dogs fight? I have witnessed a pack of dogs attack a stray dog or even one on a leash going for a walk with its owner. Usually, it is vicious and often results in injury.

In the dogfight dream, I was attacked by 'someone I recognized'.The person has animosity towards me because of natural jealousy and the desire to control every situation. Have you ever met someone who knows what is best for you and how you should manage your life but that person's life is in critical condition? My adversary in the dream was such a person. Lowdown tactics such as punching, kicking, wrestling and biting were used in the fight. I know about the solar plexus; and I hammered at that area. When I walked away from the fight, I felt that I had defeated the foe thoroughly. But, the fight was incomplete. I felt threatened, as if someone with a knife or other deadly weapon wanted me to be a homicide statistic.Although I could not see this foe, I felt its presence.

"Jesus!" I screamed.

The scene in the dream changed and I saw faces and names parade as if on a neon sign. After what seemed like a long time, I heard:

"The prayer connection can never be severed."

I awoke from the dream. It was 6:30 a.m. As I lay awake in bed, I pondered the events of the dream. The most prominent thought was the last words that I had  heard. The twins [siblings now deceased] and I had formed an intercessory prayer group which we called The Prayer Connection; and I had served as the secretary. Every time we met, there were awesome praise reports. Before she died, one twin had designed a Prayer Garden and had a detailed plan prepared to complement Camp Ebenezer.

The idea of Camp Ebenezer is a place that can be used as a recreational and learning centre for youth. Her twin and I had conducted an AfterSchool HomeWork and Literacy Program with success. At Camp Ebenezer, youth and young adults would be mentored in survival skills through gardening and entrepreneurship that employed talents and abilities, some that are dormant until awakened through interests.Senior citizens and adults would have a place to relax and assist with training the youth. It would also serve as an adult centre for retreats , conferences and seminars especially during the winter months when many want to escape the ice, snow and cold weather of temperate regions. Camp Ebenezer is real; and it is waiting for its manifested reality.

This dream served as a catalyst for Christian service. A few weeks later, I surrendered my musical and other talents to God once more ; and now I play the keyboard at a small church. The church is my family; so we pray for each other. The miracles that have been manifested in my life since I became the organist in February 2008 reveal that there is truly a prayer connection that cannot be severed.

Necessity is the mother of invention; but a need exposes the quality of a relationship too. Excessive ear wax emerged as a problem at age ten. Whenever the problem surfaced, I would visit a private doctor and have my ear irrigated - flushed with water. Sometimes i visited the hospital and received ear drops to soften the wax. However, this problem recurred so often that after a while I used cotton swabs to removed the excess wax. Whenever the weather changed to a colder temperature - usually in December - I experienced earaches. The more wax I removed, the more I had to remove wax. Studying Biology had familiarized me with the anatomy of the ear but not its problems. People who did not understand my circumstances wondered if I was 'deef', that is, losing my hearing. Using the telephone exposed this problem.

My mother, who had always wanted to be a nurse, decided to minister to my needs. I purchased a large bottle of olive oil and  a large bag of cotton balls. Every night, she would drop some oil in my ears and plug them with cotton. This routine lasted for weeks; then it ended abruptly. My niece, about one year at the time, found the bottle of olive oil, opened it and bathed herself in it. I had 'seen' this niece in a dream the day before she was born; and at six months, she began 'singing.' When I sang lullabies so that she could go to sleep, she hummed them. I had to sing original songs! Even then she would roll her eye over in disbelief before she slept soundly. Whenever I went to the piano, she was there beside me.

One day, while we were at the piano, she began to hum one of my original songs. I played random chords to accompany her and discovered they were the correct ones! When I told her she was my heir, she stood in my lap and gave me a bear hug. Did my six month old niece understand 'heir'? I know she did. Bathing in the olive oil added an 'anointing' to her life as she is a gifted soloist who desires to sing and  live for Jesus. Emptying the bottle of olive oil put me in line for the 'anointing' on my life. That night, I had to talk to God seriously.I did not want to be deaf. Attending the Christian Artists Seminar in Estes Park , Colorado had provided a new perspective on ministry gifts and using them for God. Meeting Kurt Kaiser, sitting in seminars conducted by Lanny Wolfe and attending the daily concerts had opened my eyes, making me more receptive to God. All i wanted God to do was keep the songs coming and fulfill His plan for my life.

As soon as my head hit the pillow,I found myself in the middle of a circle surrounded by beings in long white robes. My hair parted automatically as the golden oil flowed through each section. I started to speak; but I do not remember the words. A hand reached out, touched my head and I heard a voice.

"I charge you. I charge you. I charge you!"

My ears popped. I thought it was an explosion or gunfire. Thus, I awoke with a start. It was 3:00 a.m.; and I had the distinct assurance that God had healed my ears. They are still healed as the excessive wax problem has disappeared.

The first person I shared the healing with was my Mom. She expanded the idea of the charge.

"You charge  a dead battery. Now that you have been charged, you can work in the church. I have always wanted my children to serve God."

However, a colleague advised me to ask God about the charge because I did not understand it. When I did, I discovered that I have been commissioned for three tasks. I went back to music for seventeen months. During the seventeenth month, the music teacher informed me that she was moving back to her parents house.The landlord wanted the building. Since her mother and sister wee music teachers, scheduling became hectic. That was the end of my music lessons. Although I read music, I began to play by ear.perfecting my keyboarding skills is progressive.

The second charge was to return to college. During my college years i was nominated for a fellowship to attend graduate school. I declined the opportunity. However, in response to a request from my Godchild, I conducted a summer school for three weeks in my neighbourhood. The need was enormous and I began graduate studies,completing twelve credits. But, the cost was too great and I abandoned any future plans. God tried again - giving me the name of a university in Texas. I received a letter from a church as well as the chair[person] of the department welcoming me. It was too good to be true,so I declined the offer.

The third charge was that i would travel and speak for God. A friend in Wyoming invited me to speak to a women fellowship group there. I was not ready.During the Christian Artists Seminar I attended a seminar at which Dottie Rambo was the speaker. She asked for volunteers who liked to recite poetry. Somehow, I was the only volunteer. I recited He Touched Me; and something happened during the recitation. The response of the audience and others encouraged me. Presently, I am living in a different locale from the one where I had the dream. Sometimes the Pastor at the church where I play the keyboard invites me to 'work'. He recognizes me as a teacher not one who preaches the Word. Whenever I am given the opportunity to speak, I spend quality time with my Friend and deliver the message. The church family is blessed; and I am encouraged to serve God more.

Are dreams  indicative of design, destiny or fate? The answer is your choice.