The Prophetic Dream that Led Me to Create The Fig & The Vine Publishing

I can't believe the interest folks have in this experience! Although it's hard to share something so meaningful, I'm happy to share my story with anyone who will be encouraged by it. So here goes... I’m standing in a setting of a beautiful field that has tables set up on it, I believe in a sort of square “u” or horseshoe shape. There are lots of trees bordering the field and to my left, just beside the left side of the tables, there is a hedge of trees that have really smooth bark. The tables have white clothes on them.

A man appears and I know he is angelic (some say he represented the Holy Spirit) and he has a white horse by the halter that I know he wants me to get on. The horse is wearing a very beautiful and ornate saddle and bridle that has intricate silver scrollwork decorating it. The stirrups are the “closed” kind (that only your heal hangs out of) and the one I can see is pretty and silvery like the saddle.

I know God has sent the horse and I’m anxious to get on but I’m anxious for my husband, too, and don’t want to leave him. I say “what about my husband?!” and the man says “He’ll be behind you” and I know that he means on the horse behind me. I might add that we were “speaking” telepathically. So I’m instantly comforted and the man physically places my bare foot in the stirrup. That was greatly emphasized in the dream, as if I had zeroed in on the foot and the stirrup with a telephoto lense.

As I gather the reins, the horse instantly gallops and then runs faster and faster and I feel a moment of fear, but then I think “if God sent me this horse, He won’t let me fall off!” As I gather speed and pass the tables and trees, I realize the tree area beside the tables are filled with men, all wearing Biblical garb, ie, robes and things – all shades of cream and white. They are all watching me. There is one man in particular who actually looks quite fierce, with darkish – to salt-and pepper hair and close-cropped beard and he is watching me very intently and I wonder if he is a prophet. He seems literally to be IN the tree branches. I look back at him with the awareness of being closely observed and the horse gallops even faster and I seem to think we’re going to be galloping to the farm my husband and I have. That’s the end of the dream, but the farm is a place that I feel is a divine gift, and I’ve written a book about experiences there and always pledged to do a lot of writing for God there.

I knew it was about what God was calling me to do and that it meant things would go fast in my “mission,” but I frankly did a lot of foot-dragging because I had a feeling it would be a doozy and didn’t want to make a mistake.

A couple of months later one night, after avoiding that niggling feeling, an audible voice spoke so clearly and distinctly, it woke me up and it said, forcibly, “I TOLD you to cross the fig and the vine!” Being a former garden writer, I thought it was propagating the fig and the vine together into one unit.

I felt more and more like I was supposed to not only be a writer, but to be a publisher as well, and to help other aspiring writers make their God-given gifts available and to provide good products for people seeking God and a simpler life. I knew from some prayers and some feelings and very good insight from a co-author who has played a big role in my stepping into the will of God in the past that this was the general direction, but I didn’t like the idea because, frankly, I just wanted to be in peace by myself at the farm and write, not do all the complicated things I would need to in order to be a publisher.

I really felt it was “out of my league” and what in the world would my husband think? I might add that my husband had been going through something very hard for a few years. It was very scary asking my husband to help me start a Christian publishing company when things seemed so hopeless. Nothing short of prophetic dreams would have made me have the nerve to do it! He supported the idea, although I know he was worried and fatigued. I named the publishing company The Fig & The Vine in honor of the dream.

I’ve had another angel and horse dream since then, and while I like horses and all animals and have ridden them in the past, they aren’t part of my daily life or anything. I haven’t ridden one in probably 10 years. The dreams are really edifying as it makes me feel so loved that our Great and Awesome God would love me enough to give me such a “holy” experience. I’m certainly not deserving of it, but I mean to make the most of every lesson He teaches and to encourage others with all I learn.