I'd say that could have quite possibly been one of the most real, weird, horrifying beautiful experiences of my life.
Hold on for this story, this literally just happened and this is ACTUALLY how I responded.
Blame it on the pre-bed watching of video games, the chemo, the dehydration or watch this amazing God story un-fold and please join with me in worship.
The Dream: I was sitting laying on the couch, downstairs like normal (like most of my dreams, it's my normal life, just weird stuff happens to randomly happen.) Nothing too interesting was going on, it was Anthony sitting down, the sun was sort of up, my mom was in her chair, everything was, normal. My dad came downstairs and started talked to us. I recall having previous dreams where my dad had talked about how all this weird stuff happens in his sleep, this particular dream he had just mentioned how a snake had slept with him and it almost bit him one night which was why he was so tired. I'm freaking out, because I hate snakes, especially in my house, crawling in my bed, na-uh. "What's that pop's?" Roxy(My Black Lab) all of sun LEAPS over the couch over my legs in a full circle and it looked like she either grabbed something away or she jumping from something. I figured she was yelping from Heidi (My Mini-Dauchshaund{or the boss dog}) We all began trying to assess the situation because what just happened was nuts, my 100lb lab jumped in a FULL circle over my body, over a couch and landed totally normally. (This is where it gets fuzzy) I think she jumped over me again, and I was sure there was a snake on me she was trying to grab, I wake up.
My Awakening: In my bed I lie, still as a pole, my legs are frozen, I feel as though the covers were ripped off just from my legs and it's pitch black. As far as I was concerned a snake was in my room and something just flew over my leg and pried it away from me. I have NO IDEA what the heck happened but I was scared. Legitimately horrified something was in my room. Demon? I dunno, demons seem a bit to busy for me right now whatever the case, I awoke to fear in my legs, and thoughts in my heads. Now I'm not super scared of the supernatural because I believe God is more powerful than, well everything. First instinct, first though into my head "Oh Duh Jeff just pray and ask God to protect you." And it sounded something like "Dear God, I just ask that you would protect me right now . . . " Mid though and mid sentence it came to me. "Don't I already have an intimate relationship with this guy? Doesn't He already know, I would like want protection when I'm scared, doesn't He know my ins and outs and ups and downs, and kind of know when I'm scared. If somethings scaring me why am I asking Him to come save me if He says He'll never leave? He's already right here, He just wants interaction." BOOM, my whole brain changed. Instantly I was like sweet, it's worship time. I started saying every good thing I could about God. "Oh God you are so, (generic uplifting "Christianese"" The words I said weren't eloquent, I was popping everything out I could, I just wanted God to be worshipped.
My Challenge: I guess this is more for, people who are already in Love with my God, and who understand a little bit of this situation so sorry for that. But I wanted to share, because well, gosh it just felt like the only two things on my mind. "Worship God, then post a blog about it" I'm not trying to bring glory to me, Please I beg of you, DO NOT READ THIS AND THINK, WOW LOOK AT HOW GOOD JEFFREY IS.
The challenge is to, worship God when things are hard. Because He knows you, and He cares for you, and He WANTS to protect you, but when you ignore Him all the time He's more prone to need a little more chatting to get Him to protect you. My brain can't even process how to write down what I want to say so I just pray that this story would show you that, when things are hard, worship God. He is SOVERIGN, He is a JUST God, and He get's what He wants. So get on His good side, it's good stuff.
P.s. As soon as I started talking to God, I wasn't scared anymore. =]
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