Imagination and Revelation
Imagination is the canvas where dreams first appear, painted in colors too wild for waking life. Revelation, however, is the moment those colors refuse to fade — when the dream insists it carries truth.
In this second part of the journey, I step into the tension between the two. Was my vision simply imagination, a story spun by the subconscious? Or was it revelation, a divine interruption meant to guide me forward?
My imagination went running — vivid, untamed, painting scenes of betrayal, mistreatment, and rejection. It spun stories that felt so real I almost believed them. Yet even as my mind raced, a spiritual whisper reminded me: discernment is the anchor. What feels chaotic in imagination can be clarified in revelation.
As Joel 2:28 declares: “And it shall come to pass afterward, that I will pour out my spirit upon all flesh; and your sons and your daughters shall prophesy, your old men shall dream dreams, your young men shall see visions.”
Imagination can inspire, but revelation transforms. One entertains possibility; the other demands response. When a dream feels too vivid, too insistent, it asks us to discern: is this a passing thought, or a living word?
I choose to honor both. Imagination reminds me that creativity is sacred, that God gave us minds capable of wonder. Revelation reminds me that wonder is not wasted — it is often the language of heaven.
So today, I write not to separate imagination from revelation, but to acknowledge their dance. Together they blur the line between sleep and scripture, reminding me that even in rest, destiny speaks.