My family dreams. I mean literally we have dreams that can stir your soul. My grandma had dreams, my parents had dreams, I know at least one of my nieces has dreams, I think my kids have the dreams too, lastly I have dreams. My kid's and I were talking about dreams on the way home from Bible school tonight. I told them that I used to have one particular dream every once in a while. I've changed dreams in the middle of dreams before. I have had dreams that have awakened me and caused me to pray for people. One of those instances was an old friend of mine that I had reconnected with on the FaceBook a few years ago. I had a dream about her and I can't really remember the details but I remember waking up and having to pray for her. I sent her a message to let her know I was praying for her and threw in a few pleasantries to keep from seeming like a big weirdo and hit send. Well, she was up and proceeded to tell me that she had decided to leave her husband. I immediately knew why I'd had that dream and it was so I'd pray for my friend and her soon to be ex-husband, who I'd know for many years. I eventually had to delete her from my friends list because I didn't want to watch the upcoming situation, even if it was from afar. I just knew to keep praying. I've had several dreams that I've not mentioned. I've had dreams that I've lived out. I know the whole deja vue deal and it's completely different.
Well tonight as we discussed dreams and just had some daddy and kid time on the way home, one dream that has been on my mind for over a year now decided to slip into the forward space in my mind.
One night as I had a dream that we were on my mom and dad's porch, my grandma's house was still beside theirs. In this dream the kids and I were playing in the yard and street. Suddenly there were Bees everywhere. I sent the kids running for the house and I ran to distract the Bees. Everyone on the porch was yelling about the bees and I remember my dad getting stung as I was trying to run up and keep the bees away from the porch and the kids that were running to the back door. At this point all details of the dream disappear and I clearly hear, "End of Life Illness". I woke up and checked my phone. I had a couple of missed calls from about 30 minutes to an hour after I'd gone to bed. You know, just enough time that I'd be asleep good and not hear the vibration of the "VIP" callers that were two of a handful of folks that could still ring my phone after 9pm. The first missed call was from my dad. The second was from my sister. I woke my wife before ever listening to the voicemails and told her this was it. I listened to the voicemails and learned they were taking my dad to the hospital because he was having severe abdomen pain. I again told my wife that "this is it, he won't be coming home from this trip". I called my sister and was told they were transferring to Charlotte. I met them in Charlotte knowing that this was it. I called and talked with my boss about having the next few days off because I knew those were my dad's last. I started telling my dad when I'd leave "don't go anywhere until I get back". He'd always tell me okay, I'm not planning on going anywhere. Well that last night before I left I said it again but this time he didn't say it. I recognized it but didn't say anything. I cried a little on the ride home but I knew it was his time for His time. I can remember the call when my sister called me that night. My sister was staying the night. It was about 10pm when the call came. I looked at my wife and said "it's done" and then answered the phone. My sister gave me some of the details but I knew the end of the story. In the fashion of my dad being who he was, in the middle of him going home my sister called him "Daddy"...... He woke up and looked at the nurse and my sister and said "what's wrong" and he just laid back and crossed over to be with Jesus. I don't know why I have these dreams or how any of this spirituality stuff works but I do know that Jesus is The Way. There is a reason for it all even if we don't understand. It's not always about our understanding, It's about Truth whether we can decipher it or not. I don't know if it would be called a gift. I know other people that dream just like I do. It freaks me out sometimes. It goes hand in hand with the look people give me to let me know it's their time. My Grandma did it, my grandpa did it, my mom did it and my dad did it. The look is like they are looking as deeply into your soul as they possibly can. Almost like they are soaking up every last detail that they can get. Between the dreams and the looks it's haunting sometimes. I still see their eyes looking at me and I still remember the dreams. I know all this seems weird especially if you don't believe God talks to you. I know he does and I miss it when I can't hear it or sense it. With all of these ramblings and confessions, I encourage you to search for the voice of God. When God speaks and reveals things to you it is humbling and encouraging all at the same time.
Thank You God for leading me and talking to me in Your own ways. Let me use what ever way You see fit to embrace me. Please move in the lives of the people reading this and praying that You will use them. Father if anyone reading this does not know You, please reveal Yourself to them and let them accept the free gift of grace You have provided us.
I pray this in the name of Jesus, Amen.