The Oil That Never Runs Out!

It takes a dream sometimes for me to start a book as God places an idea in my spirit in the early hours of the day before I even get up, stretch and thank Him, (Father, Son & Holy Spirit) for the day and turn on the kitchen lights so as not to disturb my husband and make my coffee. We take our vitamins and settle in behind the laptop computer which is at the far end of the kitchen table. This idea and the coffee begin percolating so to speak. They work together in the name of Jesus. We love the Lord and the creative ideas He creates. The idea is ruminating around in my spirit. But on this Monday morning of 8/21/2023 I had a magnificent dream. It was short in duration of time but long in actuality. It stayed with me deep in my spirit. I knew I was there in this dream because it seemed so real to me and vivid as the dream was in color. It wasn’t pizza the night before, no, no, no, but it was God who gave it to me. It was real, I just knew it; I knew it deep in my knower. It was an experience and not mere fluff or mans’ ideas.Explanation: Sometimes I am an observer in a dream and sometimes I am a participator in a dream and this dream was so real. I was there fully involved. Now we not only want you to read about this experience but to realize it for your own life to manifest it as you read. Sharing it continues God’s purpose on and on for others to get involved and walk in this kind of faith. Why it’s like planting a seed in a well-watered garden. The fertile ground of your faith will help this seed to germinate and grow. Okay let’s go!DREAMI was standing up on the altar behind the pulpit in a church where we had revival in New Smyrna, Florida at one time and suddenly I lifted my left hand and arm and held it up high while reaching with my right hand I touched the cupped palm of my left, and the supernatural olive oil of heaven poured out of my hand. It was that beautiful greenish golden color of pure olive oil; but it poured out of my hand as a gusher like you’d see in the old movies of an oil well. But it was like the shape of a rainbow, curved as it flowed out of my hand. It took both of my hands connected. I started yelling loudly, 'Get the vessels, we need more vessels!' Folks scattered in the church to try and find vessels. Running to search out vessels; our Apostle even ran to find something to capture this oil. It gushed without stopping, as long as I held my hands up; the oil flowed at a rapid pace. When I woke up, I was overwhelmed with this dream and so excited. I knew this could only happen by the supernatural act of God and that He has heard our prayers and is moving on our behalf. My hands became His hands and the promise of the oil never running out ensued as I told my husband the dream. Later I told the whole church my dream and today the oil continues to flow upon all of us. The gusher has not come but a greater anointing has. We are willing vessels to receive it. People take heed to your dreams, get up and write them down giving honor to God.The oil we dreamt about often represents the anointing, the oil of the Spirit. This type of oil only comes by the crushing of the olives that are pure and sweet. The groves of heaven have plenty of oil. God is pouring His Spirit out on all flesh in these days to come if you are a vessel ready to receive. Let’s get under the spout where the glory comes out and see where God takes us and let us go back to this important widow woman in 2 Kings 4 where God is giving His supernatural provision.