I’m a dreamer
Not in the think-about-the-dreamy-future type — although I guess I am that too — but rather that I dream every night and more often than not I remember my dreams.
There was a particular time in my life where I dreamed very vivid dreams that seemed to have a similar underlying theme.
I wrote them out and collected eight of them into a little e-book called Night Stories.
I’ll share with you here three dreams that each spoke to me about trusting in God when life challenges.
Every storm of life
In this dream, I stayed at a motel with my cousin and other friends and family. Five children, including my own two, were bunked together in one room across the hall. I shared a room with my cousin.
The kids were already in bed when I looked out the window at an approaching storm. The skies were a greenish-gray with low clouds.
Then we saw them — funnel clouds — twirling and twisting haphazardly across the landscape. There must have been eight of them.
And these tornadoes were headed our way!
I expected at least one twister to sweep across our motel so I ran across the hall to be with the children.
They, too, were awake feeling the impending doom. We huddled and fervently prayed together for God to protect us.
We could hear the windows rattle and feel the motel begin to shake. We prayed faster and harder. Keeping our heads down, hands over our shoulders — like a tiny football team — we prayed louder as the crashing noise of the tornado wind swept in and the sensation of being lifted off the ground overwhelmed us.
The room twirled and turned. Pillars of swirling wind heaved and threw the room around. The noise sounded deafening.
And then, in one giant crash, it ended.
I slowly opened the door to find our entire motel room had been torn away from the building, lifted in the sky, and crashed down in the middle of a two-lane highway.
I quickly saw that we remained in grave danger.
A truck drove straight at us. It swerved and braked, just barely missing us. I took each of my children by the hand and we ran for safety across the busy road.
When I saw an ambulance attendant I yelled, “Where are the other children?”
He said that the other three children were air-lifted to the hospital already. I looked at my own two kids — bruised and scared, but otherwise perfectly healthy.
As I considered the devastation around me I broke down crying in joy. My children and I had been spared. God had protected us.
Throughout the storm, we had held fast to our faith and hope that God would take care of us. He had His hand upon us and kept us safe from harm.
I believe that this dream was a reminder that life circumstances don’t stop when you become a Christian. However, there is peace in knowing that God is on our side and He hears our prayers, even in the most devastating times. Although God may not stop the storms, He will take care of us within them.
You are my hiding place; you will protect me from trouble and surround me with songs of deliverance. (Psalm 32:7, NIV)
In another dream, I stayed over at a friend’s home. She had returned from work but she didn’t seem happy. She looked disturbed.
When I asked her what was wrong she answered, “I can’t put my finger on it. I have a great job, a supportive family and all is well. But yet I feel as if something is missing.”
I grinned at her because I knew what that something was. I explained that she felt empty because she hadn’t asked Jesus into her heart.
She had never said the sinner’s prayer. She looked deep into my eyes and replied, “Yes, that must be it.” She felt ready to accept the Lord.
Later in that same dream, the world was coming to an end. Just like in the movie version of the last days, there were natural disasters everywhere including a meteorite that crashed into the ocean causing a 100-storey tidal wave.
I could see the wave approaching land as it completely wiped out everything in its path. It felt surreal, like I was watching it on the news.
We waited for the rest of the devastation and the end of the world.
Although I knew that we were awaiting certain death, I didn’t feel scared. I explained to my friend that we didn’t need to be afraid because we believed in Jesus.
Upon waking, I held a sense of the meaning of this dream. Regardless of outside circumstances, we can rest in the peace of knowing that we will spend eternity with Jesus. And we can take it one step further and share our joy with others so they, too, can be saved.
I tell you the truth, if anyone keeps my word, he will never see death. (John 8:51, NIV)
In a tin boat
This last dream opened with me crouching down in a small tin boat with a dozen other people.
No one spoke.
Darkness enveloped us.
I imagined that it must have been after midnight sometime. Our boat moved toward an island in the distance. The water surrounding us churned dark and cheerless. Surging winds caused the ocean to swell and roll.
Our little boat rode on top of each of those heaving waves. However, in the midst of the turmoil I did not feel afraid.
Although my boat mates’ faces showed terror, I actually enjoyed the turbulent waters and the howling winds.
I felt safe.
I felt as if God allowed the waters to rise as He displayed the magnitude of His power within the winds.
I felt energized and excited by this power.
I felt safe and protected within it.
I understood that I didn’t need to fear the storm as it displayed God’s glory and power and I remained safe with Him.
Upon waking, I smiled in remembrance that, with God, anything is possible. He is powerful. We can always feel safe as long as we stay and walk with Him. Knowing Jesus, we are assured that He walks with us through our storms.
Yours, O LORD, is the greatness and the power and the glory and the majesty and the splendor, for everything in heaven and earth is yours. Yours, O LORD, is the kingdom; you are exalted as head over all. (1 Chronicles 29:11, NIV)
(Excerpts taken from Night Stories — a collection of devotional writings by Kimberley Payne)