I was in a deep aqueduct with tall concrete sides.  Somewhere upstream the floodgates were let open and a terrible torrent of water rushed at me, ricocheting off the walls.  Just before I was demolished by this huge torrent of water, the Lord lifted me out and set me high on a wall of the aqueduct on a slight precipice.  He said, “The water will not reach you here though it may look like it might.”  Just as He said, though the water filled the deep basin of the aqueduct to the edge of the precipice and lapped over the edge, the rushing torrent did not overcome me where I stood on the precipice.

The aqueduct revisited.

     In prayer led by the spirit and in search of the meaning of this vision, the Lord led me up to the floodgates before they were opened.  A great Iron door, solid but rusted, stood holding back the torrent.  Only drips of water splashed over now and again.  A great big number two pencil was holding down the latch to that door.  I saw a woman draw out that pencil to sign some papers.  The door was flung open and the torrent poured through.  A closer look at the papers show the word “ordination”.

   Down the aqueduct at the original site of the vision I see a woman tending a garden in the channel.  The torrent blows through and the little garden is washed down stream.  Here is grace; the mature fruits of that garden will not be totally lost.  Some will find anchor on the sides of the river downstream and grow into trees.  The sediment washed up by the torrent however will take some time to clean up.