Sometimes you have that dream that is different than any you've had in awhile. It's a dream that you seem to remember as a whole even after you been awake. You almost feel as if you could lay down and keep the dream going. These dreams, in my experience, have been meaningful. Like preludes to something that is coming. They usually leave me baffled and confused and searching for answers.
A few nights ago I dreamed a dream I probably won't forget because, well, it was one of those. It wasn't spectacular, it just sticks. Let me tell you about it and what I believe God is trying to show me. Because I know and He knows, I pay attention to these dreams.
Before finding out I was pregnant with any of my 3 sons, I had a dream I was pregnant. Weeks later I found out I was with every one of them it happened. This past week I dreamed again I was pregnant but this time it was different. Not like the others. It was a pregancy no one could see. The baby was breach and as soon as it was turned upright where birthing positions are concerned this tiny baby was suddenly in my arms. When I say tiny, I mean it. He was perfect. We didn't have a name and no one knew he was coming. I'm the midst of it all we were moving into a bigger house. My foster daughter was older and had a completely pink room with 6 extra beds that were empty. Our foster boy had a loft with no ladder yet some how we managed to get up there. It's ceilings were shaped much like his teepee that he currently sleeps in.
I visited each childs room as we were moving in to see if they were all happy. All the while carrying this tiny thing. What was this tiny baby doing here?
Giving birth to a vision can be likened to bringing forth a child.
As I was running today and in the silent cold of nature during this time of year I asked God what this dream was supposed to mean In my spirit I felt it. It is the vision He gave me that I questioned if it were real. He has done this before, put me back on His path with an intervention. The empty beds are significant. The sanctuary for rest away from the world is significant. The safe place is significant. The names brought to mind are significant. In the middle of my run I wished I had written it all down.
See, I spoke my vision out loud to someone Friday night. I always play it off like it's a big 'maybe' but the reality is, God is asking me to be obedient and trust that this vision has a real purpose for His kingdom.
Almost a year ago my husband and I went to look at an old home built in the 20's and has 10 bedrooms. It was a complete mess. That house impregnated our hearts with the seed of a vision. We must find a home like this one in the perfect location for the perfect price of "just about giveaway". We are to renew it and make it safe. We are to add warm comfy beds and a big farmhouse kitchen table that seats many.
Our dream, the legacy we want to leave, is for foster children to have a safe place. I don't know how we are going to make this happen. We trust God knows.
This seed of a vision has to stay put inside of me. It is my duty to keep it safe, to guard it, to nurture it and let it grow until it is ready to be born like a new baby. Only it will then still need tenderness, love, safe keeping, nourishment, discipline,and protection. A small group home for foster children as they wait for a more permanent foster home. Too many children today are living in hotels while they wait. Can you imagine?
I want clean, cozy, private rooms. I want security and peace. I want nourishment and education. God is putting this in my heart. This is a rare vision. You'd be hard pressed to find anyone else with this like mind unless God is moving people. I believe He is equipping women every where, right now, to use our gifts and talents to serve Him. Lift up the widows and love the littles.
I am going to leave this post at that. I'm not sure what will come of this vision. I pray that if I am meant to see it through that God be completely in charge because it's too scary if He's not.
Pray with me please.
I am birth mom to my 3 boys, foster mom to 2 sweet babies, wife to my high school sweet heart, and daughter to my King. I love to write. I am no scholar but I love my Lord and He helps me.