The Devil is a Father, Too

Chapter 1
Purpose-Driven Prophetic Dreams Induce Passion

- Passion induces purpose
- Passion and purpose will cause hunger for the truth
- Truth that is revealed will set you free and birth the desire to see others being set free

The Reason You Are Allowed to Read This Book

Beginning in September of 1992, the Lord started communicating with me through many prophetic dreams, revealing Himself in very profound and real ways. That defined my calling, my birthing purpose and passion for the lost, and the boldness and courage in sharing the truth that has been revealed to me. Throughout the years the Lord has given me countless dreams, and I want to briefly share two in this section.

Angels are God’s messengers; we see throughout Scripture that are sent to God’s people for different purposes and assignments; they can appear, unexpected, in different shapes and forms. I have heard many individuals talk about the angelic experience they have had in their life. We are never alone; the Lord has assigned angels for each one of us that know who we are and where we are; watching over us at all times. Psalms 34:7 says, “The angel of the Lord encamps all around those who fear Him and delivers them.” Psalms 91:11 says, “For He shall give His angels charge over you, To keep you in all your ways. They shall bear you up in their hands.”

The Lord gave me a dream about an angel, in this dream; I saw a shooting star that came straight toward our backyard. As it got closer, it turned into an angel floating on a wide wooden cross that was covered with beautiful and colorful flowers. He went around us three times and left, nodding his head.

The second dream was given to me during a time when my family and I were mourning the loss of my brother-in-law. In this dream, a few of our friends were at the house to comfort us when suddenly a stranger, who had an appearance of a peasant man, came in and sat among us; as we were looking at one another trying to figure out who this stranger was, the man said, “I am sent from my father to comfort you.” We then tried to figure out who the man’s father was, as he seemed a little too old to be a messenger boy. Shortly after that, he got up and went out through the kitchen door when I turned around, only to see the peasant man taking the image of Jesus and transforming into His glorious body. I saw His feet leaving the ground, showing the holes in His hands that were covered with large diamond rocks that glittered so bright and a smile upon His face as He ascended back to the heavens. When waking up from dreams like these, it leaves me speechless; the feelings so hard to explain humbly bring me down to my knees worshipping Him with tears streaming down my face, tears of joy and gratefulness.