God often speaks through dreams. He can weave destiny, purpose, even solutions into our night time slumber. Sometimes he will give warnings, prayer assignments, provide tactics, and even, in His kindness, He might sometimes give us insights into what season is to come. All as we sleep in our bed.

Joseph, the father of Jesus, had four dreams that showed him how to best take care of his family. The first guided Joseph to take Mary as his wife (Matthew 1:20-21). The second warned him to leave Bethlehem and flee with his family to Egypt, protecting Jesus from a massacre that swept the land (Matthew 2:33). Joseph’s third dream came while the family was in Egypt. It was directional and showed Joseph that it was safe to return to Israel (Matthew 2:19-20); and the fourth dream was a warning dream telling Joseph to depart for the region of Galilee instead of Judea (Matthew 2:22). Dreams guided the earthly father of Jesus, protecting the entire family, and in the same way, dreams can guide, protect, warn, and inspire you.

In God’s kindness, I have had at least two dreams that gave me warning, insight, and timing regarding my purpose and destiny. The first one was distressing, but in what unfolded shortly thereafter, I saw God’s kindness in showing me what was about to come. Through the dream, He let me know He had it all in hand, that I could trust in Him. The second dream left me undone. In His lovingkindness, He simply said “It’s your time.” and in doing so let me know the people I loved were ok, and celebrating all I was about to do.

Learning to understand God’s dream language is like learning to understand another language. We don’t always get it right. I didn’t quite understand what God was saying to me in my first dream. It was only in retrospect that I understood.

You may recall I shared with you my sister passed away in 2021. As she did, my son had the most magnificent dream. I wrote it up and shared it on the website. It’s called The Sound of New Life. Through that dream, I understood my sister was okay. But it was after her passing I realized I had experienced an earlier dream, a warning dream, in which I saw what would come.

Now, to give you some context, I have received multiple prophetic words since 2011 about writing many books. I’ve known I needed to write since even before these many prophetic words began. However, for a variety of reasons, my season to write never came. By mid 2021, I knew I needed to push through any spiritual resistance if I was to fulfil my prophetic destiny, and with planning and intentionality, I purposed to obey God’s plan. It was therefore distressing when, some time prior to my sister passing, I had a dream where I knew my space to write would become invaded by her needs.

In my dream, I walked into a large room. It was dusty, and a little cobwebby, but it had beautiful windows set up high, that with a little cleaning and a fresh coat of paint, would allow a flood of beautiful light. This room I knew would be a light-filled, spacious place for me to write. I recall my delight. I felt like a child, and the excitement was overwhelming. This beautiful room would be mine, and I planned what I might do with all that space. I knew it was a room in which I would write. However, the very next scene came like a slap on the face. I walked into the same room. It wasn’t clean, and racks upon racks of my sister’s clothes filled the space. In the dream, I burst into tears. I had thought this was going to be my room. I was very distressed, so much so I woke up crying.

Now to give you context, my sister in the natural has caused a lot of heartache for my family. She was an incredibly bright, engaging person, but through various sad choices, she had developed severe mental illnesses that plagued most of her adult life. She was abusive, invasive and her needs affected much of my teenage and adult years. So when I had this dream, I was heartbroken, wondering what might occur. I did not immediately understand that God, in his kindness, was warning me about how my sister’s life would invade the next stage of my life. Sadly, I also did not know she was going to pass away, but before it happened, and once it did, my world filled with hospital calls, coroner reports, funeral arrangements, grief, and the cleaning out of her apartment filled to overflowing with years of hoarding. With this dream, once the chaos began, I knew God had let me know in advance her life would yet again invade mine, and He had it all in hand.

It was a very distressing time, but God!

The year that followed, my mother fell ill, and also passed. Again, care needs, grief, funeral arrangements, and clearing and cleaning up another full life and home consumed my world.

Regardless of it all, I continued to press forward, but the spiritual resistance was fierce and furious.

Fast forward to late 2024. I had the most beautiful dream. I dreamed I was back in my childhood bedroom. The walls were a freshly painted white, and on the walls were the wooden bookshelves my father made for me when I was young. My father was there, standing by my desk. He was beaming, his smile and eyes filled with love. Standing next to him was my sister. She too was smiling at me, and I could tangibly feel her joy. My father said they were preparing my room for me to write, and the room filled with an immense sense of excitement. I felt utterly loved by them both.

“Bethie,” my father said, “this room is for you. Here, you will be free to write.” I knew, that I knew, it was my room and with it, it was my time to write.

I woke smiling, and when I told the dream to my husband Andrew, I simultaneously smiled, but also sobbed as I spoke.

My father passed away in 1997, and my sister in 2021. My mother followed in late 2022 and estate issues filled our spare hours well into 2024, and have even spilled into 2025. The grief is still tangible, the pain fresh and raw. Amid it all, God was telling me that,

1. My sister was safe by His side, she was ok (as shown in my son’s dream The Sound of New Life);
2. My father was with her, so he was safe too;
3. My sister felt great excitement for me to step into my writing (in the natural, she rarely celebrated me, but now in Heaven she was delighted with God’s plan); and,
4. God, the father (symbolically represented by my father) was preparing a light filled, pure (white) space for me to write.

In His goodness and his kindness, God showed me that my season to do “my thing” was upon me. It was surely my time to write.

So that first dream was a warning dream. God was showing me what was about to happen. By giving me that dream, God let me know He knew what was coming, and in doing so, He let me know He had it in hand. So when I remembered it as I grieved for my sister, I thought, “All right God, you have this, it’s going to be ok.”

And then, in the second dream, it simply undid me. I knew beyond a doubt that God has this (and he had them) and it was my time to write. This time I’m going to have the space to write … and I have. I have now finished the first draft of my book, and as I write, we have sent my book off to the editors.

So God, through each dream, in his goodness and in his kindness, let me know what season I was about to step into. He was right by my side to hold my hand.

Warning me that my expected space was about to be invaded; and then letting me know it was the season to write.

God in His goodness can give us all dreams. Dreams at night, or imaginations in our mind’s eye, through the day (day dreams). As we learn to understand His language, we will experience His goodness as a father who will give us plans and purposes for our lives, insights into situations, and will even let us know what season is ahead. If we will simply learn His language, learn to recognize his voice and respond, we always see that God has us in hand and that…

God is Good!

© Beth Kennedy 2025