Through dreams, but I am not always able to interpret them how they are relevant to my life at the moment~ I usually just guess.
I don't remember if I have shared any of these on here.
When I was planning on getting baptized at 16, some doubt came over me and made me rethink it. I don't remember why but I felt uneasy about it all. I prayed about it and that night I had a dream about the end of the world, and Jesus coming down from the Heavens. He wasn't recognizable, but this human figure of pure light and everyone I was with just knew that it was Jesus. There is a lot of details that I could describe to you, but that's too long. At the end of the dream before entering Heaven me and Jesus sat a table in this white space, and I told him about all the pain and anger I have been feeling, everything that has gone on in my life. And he took it away. For a split second, I felt pure joy, and then I woke up. (I believe that this was my answer about questioning getting baptized. I don't believe that it is a dream of the end of the world happening in my lifetime but more symbolic of the choice to get baptized)
I had a dream when I was 26 years old after a night of trying intercessory prayer. Basically I had my eyes closed and prayed that God would speak to me, or show me people to pray for and then drifted off into sleep. The dream began by me standing in my living room and noticing people coming in and out of my house, taking mail in and out from a bunch of mail boxes that were on the wall that was on the other side of my bedroom. This happened for a bit and then I began to get upset that these people kept coming in and out and I wanted them to leave.
So as I went up to them and told them to get out, a woman walks in quite uburptly, walks into my livingroom and places her bible on the coffee table. She looks at me and bluntly asked me if I have ever had anyone lay their hands on me in prayer, I said no, then she asked if she could, I said yes. We knelt down and she told me to close my eyes and she began to pray. I couldn't hear the words that she was saying but I began to see them as my eyes were closed. They were colorful and flowed from me like a rushing stream. The only words I do remember seeing were Christ and God.When she finished praying for me, I got up and noticed that she was gone. But noticed that her bible was still on the coffee table, and for some reason I had the desire to turn all the lights on in the house. Them I woke up.
(I believe the mail in the mail boxes were the prayers coming in and out; that's the only part I can interpret. I didn't feel different after being prayed over, I am not sure what kind of effect it had on me)
There are a few more, but I can't recall them right now.