Jesus has control over the elements
Matthew 8:23-27 23 And when he was entered into a ship, his disciples followed him.
24 And, behold, there arose a great tempest in the sea, insomuch that the ship was covered with the waves: but he was asleep.
25 And his disciples came to him, and awoke him, saying, Lord, save us: we perish.
26 And he saith unto them, Why are ye fearful, O ye of little faith? Then he arose, and rebuked the winds and the sea; and there was a great calm.
27 But the men marveled, saying, What manner of man is this, that even the winds and the sea obey him!
I had another dream: I was traveling with my mother in the car, heading somewhere; the purpose was not made known to me, as that wasn’t the focus of the dream.
It was at that time that I noticed a large storm gathering in the distance, moving fast like a great thunderstorm gliding across the valley. As I watched, the clouds grew darker, and a funnel began to appear, descending until it touched the ground. It was a tornado, and it was a big one. And then, to my amazement, another tornado appeared at the other end of the valley, and it was even bigger than the first, and we were boxed in the middle…
As the first one touched down, it hit a neighborhood, scattering debris everywhere.
Immediately, my mind jumped to prayer, something I was used to doing, and I began to ask the lord to protect us. At that very moment, I saw my guardian angel come, and he stood right next to us. As soon as he appeared, my eyes were opened, and I could see other angels that also appeared into my view. They were standing out there in midair, each one floating next to both of the huge twisters.
I could see that they had perfect control of the funnels; both the speed at which it was turning and the direction in which it was going were completely in their hands, as if they had it on a remote control. When the angel’s hand moved to the left, so did the funnel, and when his arm moved to the right, the tornado was spot-on cue.
I watched as the funnel would approach certain structures, and the angel would lift his hand; the funnel would jump up, and as he put his hand back down, the funnel would come right back down like a vacuum cleaner against the surface of the earth. In doing this, he was forcing the funnel to completely jump over whatever building(s) he deemed fit, leaving the building intact and even undamaged.
To this, whatever fear that I had within me had completely left, replaced with full confidence in the Lord and his ability to control the elements. It looked simple, and the storm effortlessly went wherever it was directed.
As my faith and confidence grew, my guardian angel motioned to one of the angels to come over to us, and he did. He came right over to our little group and introduced himself to me. I do not remember his name, but I did shake his hand. He was just as friendly and kind as my guardian angel was. His job was to direct the path of the tornado, and I learned that all such storms were always completely directed by angles without exception.
I came to understand that these beings were guiding the tornadoes because there were those asking God for protection and help them in faith through prayer, and these angels were directing the storms as a result of that prayer of faith.
To that, the vision ended…
This reminded me of a good friend of my family, who had a near-death experience while giving birth. She said she saw angels always standing by to help men when they were in need. She saw angels holding up walls that would have fallen upon people, but they did not, because of the prayer of faith; the walls were not moved.
She saw angels holding up trees, preventing them from falling and destroying property, because of the prayer of faith from those praying for assistance.
Then she saw other destructions fall upon and kill people and destroy property, while angels just stood by watching, and when she asked as to why the angels did not help, she was told that they could not because of the lack of faith and unbelief in the people.
The People did not believe, and so they did not pray, and were thus left to themselves.
This was so eye-opening… Why don’t we have faith? Are we a faithless generation?