Right before my eyes flew open this morning, I had one of the most intense dreams I’ve ever had. Here are the highlights:
My husband calls me on the phone and says, “I have some news you are not going to like.”
“What is it?” In my dream, I had an idea what it was about.
“We can’t get the house.” He goes on to explain that there are too many shady things wrong with it and even the realtor was dropping hints that we should walk away.
I responded to him almost in tears. “But this means we are going to have to start completely over! What are we going to do about Sean and school next year? Where will we be living?!”
I calm down and come to terms with the fact that this is what we have to do, so we’ll do it. We we will start over.
The next scene:
We (me, my husband, and my son) are in our car in the middle of a busy intersection. I see an oncoming ambulance make a reckless left turn in front of me. I look to my right and he has pulled over onto the side of the street now. I glance back up and there is an ambulance in front of me. Two people are standing beyond the vehicle with concerned looks on their faces. I glance back over my shoulder and see a fire truck barreling right towards us. We have no time to react. The huge truck hits us from behind and everything goes quiet and I am moving in slow motion. I don’t feel any pain, just that car wreck slow motion feeling. Then I start repeating over and over, “Lord, please take care of my family. Lord, please take care of my family.”
I wake up.
As I thought about this dream some more this morning, I had a couple of thoughts. I still worry way too much about the little things in life that don’t really matter when you look at the bigger picture. Sure, buying a house is a big deal, but compared to the next scene where your family is in a horrific car accident…then the disappointment about a house means nothing!
I did not like this dream. But I did like the fact that at the end I was crying out to Jesus. It reminded me of a vivid dream I had when I was just a little girl. I was home alone and burglars came into our house. I ran to my closet and hid. And the only thing I could think to do was pray over and over. “Lord, please take care of me, please take care of me”
I don’t know what you might be going through today. But let me remind you to cry out to Him. He’s got it. No matter what you are walking through…He’s right there with you!