Matthew 17:20, my favorite verse. "... If ye have faith as a grain of mustard seed, ye shall say unto this mountain, Remove hence to yonder place; and it shall remove; and nothing shall be impossible unto you."

Saturday, August 27, 2016

God Still Speaks to Us Through Dreams

Does God still speak to us through dreams? He did for me two nights ago. But because of the dream, it really fell into the category of nightmare.
In the dream, I ran over someone. (insert heart failure here) I won't go into too much detail, but in the matter of a second I had to make a choice and though I swerved, I still ran over the person's legs. Thankfully in my dream, after the victim cried out a lot, she got up and ran off. I tried to catch her to help then woke up. (okay, I can breathe again.)
The interesting thing is I didn't think of the dream again until mid afternoon, right before I left my parents' house. It skittered across my mind, leaving me to shudder. I shoved it aside, said my good-byes and got in my car. When I was only a couple of miles from my house, I spotted an elderly man, I'd never seen before, finish shuffling across the road to the mailbox. Like the dream (which came to mind again), I had a decision to make and it had to be fast because without pausing a beat, he turned to cross again.
You know that moment when you're trapped in a decision?  I thought he would surely look up, especially since he was shuffling like Tim Conway as the Dorf. Slow. Slow. Slow.
He didn't look up.
From the time I spotted him to the time I slammed on my brakes throwing everything in the car forward, only a few seconds had passed. I chose to brake before I was in his path--maybe two yards away. Had I not, we would have collided.
Did he see me? Did he look up? No. He continued across as though in a field far away from traffic.
Praise God for that dream. Had I not been given it, I have no doubt in my mind this would be a completely different story. One that you would read in the paper instead of here.

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