I had a dream that this lady minister said to me that I have a dream that died and the Lord is going to resurrect it. She asked me if I knew what it was. Now I have been around a few years and have had many, many dreams die. I mentally went through the whole list of dead things and replied "I don't know" When I said that, in my heart I thought about the love I had for painting. But that was such an impossible thing. I mean I am over 50 and I gave that one up 18+ years ago. It all died in fire as I burnt my paintings on the suggestion by a born again christian woman, because my paintings were demonic, and according to her they should be burned. Back to the minister, she asked again and I felt  despaired and again said I don't know. She said "Well the Lord knows. He is going to resurrect this dream and and he say's acceleration! Acceleration! Acceleration! End of dream. I woke up and pondered for a while.
I told my spiritual mother about the dream but not what was going on with my heart and she just blurts out "art. it's art" I then filed it away as I have done with so many prophetic words, prayers, hopes and dreams. This was about 3-4 months ago. The last few weeks have been astounding to me as I have been to several events that have to do with art. An art show and panel discussion at art center with the movers and shakers of dreamworks animation. An art show and panel discussion with some concept artist that worked on alice in wonderland and avatar. I got to talk to all of them and received some guidance. A friend of ours had a meeting for artist of any persuasion, meaning music painting, poetry. And I got some more guidance.
A dream has been resurrected and in an accelerated time frame.
My Lord will not quench a smoldering wick.
My childhood dream was to work in animation.
I have a long way to go.
But I do have the dream.

I am trying to put together an out door studio of sorts on our balcony and was in need of a cart with storage capabilities and had the ability to roll. I said a small prayer in my heart of hearts asking that my need be met. I forgot about it. and latter that day went to the community washroom to do laundry and there is this broken down cart in there for anyone to take should they want. I looked it over and realized I could fix it and that it was perfect for my needs. Now all of my materials are in one place and I have mobility. My heavenly Father knows my needs before I ask for them. Thank you Papa for my cart.