Wednesday, July 1, 2020 By Adams Allison
Blessed be the Lord my Rock, Who trains my hands for war, And my fingers for battle. Psalms 144:1 NKJV
I had a dream where I was part of an army that was made up of several armies (just like Israel with its several tribes, each having its own army).
Something alarming happened that drove us all to go see what might be the problem. In order to have an elevated view of what was happening, we ran up a wooden balcony overlooking the fence of our camp to the outside, the wooden platform looked like a watchtower and served as a muster point.