In March 2012, while attending a local church group, I heard a lady speak about an amazing dream God gave her. A brand new Christian, I was just beginning to grasp the enormity of God’s love for us. Even more exciting was the realization that He can interact with us while here on earth. I listened in awe.
The speaker talked about being visited by her deceased father. The night of the dream, she awoke to God nudging her. She believed He wanted her to get up and email a friend. The idea seemed ludicrous. It was the middle of the night and she was exhausted, but she was obedient nevertheless.
When she went back to bed and drifted off to sleep, she had an encounter with her deceased father that felt far too real to be a dream. In the morning, she awoke basking in the sweet memories of the night before and knew it was a gift from God for doing what He had asked.
No fair! I thought. I want to have a dream like that, one that is directly from God, just for me, one that shows me He is really there and knows what I’m thinking and feeling. A couple of nights later, it happened.
When I opened my eyes, my deceased grandmother was standing a few feet from me in the entrance to my bathroom, her head cocked slightly to one side. She looked radiant. Her jet black curly hair was set off by a bright yellow linen top and matching pants. Her warm smile revealed the whitest teeth I had ever seen.
I studied her features. She looked just as she had when she passed in her early 60s, but she didn’t look tired or sickly. She looked more like the model of her younger years but with the wisdom and age of a 60-year-old woman. Her skin was bronze and sun-kissed, just as I remembered it.
When I awoke the following morning, I couldn’t wait to tell my mom about the amazing vision. She reminded me of the scripture in Rev 19:8: “Fine linen, bright and clean, was given her to wear.” (NIV) Wow, I thought. God heard my prayer and sent me my very own dream. That was magnificent enough, but that was only part of it.
I had recently left my childhood religion to pursue what I felt was God’s call on my life. Passionate for Jesus, it wasn’t a wildly popular decision amongst family and friends; in fact, many rejected me. I was desperate to hear from God, to know that He loved me and saw me and appreciated my desire to pursue Him.
In my dream, I got the overwhelming sense that my grandmother was proud of me. But not just her, it was as if all of heaven was rooting for me and the spiritual woman I was becoming. Peering into her eyes, I could hear God speaking—”I love you, child, and I see you and we are all so proud of you. I am so proud of you.”
The words were like healing ointment for my weary soul and gave me the strength to keep going, to keep fighting, to keep pursuing Jesus no matter the cost. Just like in the dream I envied, He sent me my very own thank you for my desire to seek Him more fully. It was a message that couldn’t have come soon enough.
“And without faith it is impossible to please God, because anyone who comes to him must believe that he exists and that he rewards those who earnestly seek him.” (Heb 11:6 NIV) I was rewarded indeed.
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