It was in what seemed like my former church, yet much larger, and much different. Several of the leadership were present...the pastor, his wife, one female worship leader and her husband, one male group-leader. Only one woman showed up that was not in leadership..just a member, a she was the one wanting to attack me at one point. It all seemed very professional, a huge operation, and spiritual, not religious. There Sunday service I knew was also televised, and took place at the front desk area.
The gist of the dream was that I was sort of visiting and meandering through all the rooms where various ministries were going on, and being encouraged to take my time and find/discern my part in it. At first I feared I would be put to task to lead something which I didn't like and trapped there with no sense of 'fitting'. Like being forced into something you aren't even called to do.
But then I realized they knew that my true spiritual gifts would be 'quickened' to me as I just spent time in that atmosphere, and I would know and they would also perceive it.
THE ATTACK: The pastor's wife came to me privately and warned me she knew of an attack by a jealous woman who hated my 'face', and the plan was to harm my face w/a weapon.
Then the woman came in. Though she greeted me nicely I saw she carried a large pair of scissors and knew she was the potential attacker. As she came at me a shot rang out and I saw a small explosion at her head area, and was amazed that the pastor's wife had shot her in the head!
Long story short, as I went through the ministry rooms (skipping details here)I did not want to participate in what was presented to me, though I respected that it all was being done by some.
THEN<SUDDENLY: A small kitten of a very rare breed had appeared cradled in my left arm....and I recalled this had happened once before. This kitten and the previous one had been placed in my care to get them off to a good start in life, which not everyone was able to do because of the extreme exactness of their every need. It took precision and complete accuracy and attention to detail. The whole future of the breed dependended on their survival as they would be the foundation (there were so few of them) for future generations of this breed.
THE RARE BREED: I knew it to have begun as a mutation within the Siamese breed. But the fur was muliticolored with rich greens, purples, and wonderful array of rich colors....yet the eyes were still notably Siamese.
This was my calling...and I loved it...They were so gorgeous, and too tiny to not be with their mother. They wouldn't make it without this special help. I felt it was similar to a magnetic force which brought these into my arms. The magnetic force was all part of the gifting, for I was not the one doing it.
Those are the most important parts.
