The Cry of the Jewish People

I was at an airport terminal. It was dark outside. Many people were sitting on long rows of benches waiting to board their planes. A young woman was sitting on the floor with her arms wrapped around her knees and her head bent down to hide her face. She was wearing a pink jumpsuit. She was screaming hysterically with a piercing high-pitched voice. No one was helping her. I felt drawn to her, so I went over and lifted her. She immediately stopped screaming. As she looked up, I could see her face. It was almost repulsive. Her head was a long and mottled grey color. Her facial features were a peculiar blend between that of a bird and a woman. She had a long pointed nose, and two flat bones were protruding a short distance from her nostrils. There was gentleness about her.

I had this urge to leave the airport building and take her with me. I quickly guided her outside. She was following me. As we left the building, I began telling her a comforting story about why I like airports. I told her that every time I see a plane come in from another city, it reminds me of the people in that place that I love very much. As I was telling her this, I felt a sense of peace come over me, but also a sadness. I began to weep quietly.

I believe the woman represents the Jewish people. Her clothes were the same color pink as the piano case I saw in the dream “Judaism, an Empty Box.” Our people are scattered amongst the nations. They are lost, and their souls are crying out to the Lord out of loneliness. This is the sadness that I felt. I am drawn to my people. God is showing me that I have an intercessory role both lead and bring our people back to a place of comfort with our God.

Jer 4:31 For I heard a cry as of a woman in labor, The anguish as of one giving birth to her first child, The cry of the daughter of Zion gasping for breath, Stretching out her hands, saying, Ah, woe is me, for I faint before murderers.

Isa 13:8 They will be terrified, Pains and anguish will take hold of them; They will writhe like a woman in labor, They will look at one another in astonishment, Their faces aflame.

Isa 42:14 I have kept silent for a long time, I have kept still and restrained Myself. Now like a woman in labor I will groan, I will both gasp and pant.