I had an odd dream. Out of nowhere it came!
Dinner had been light, so it couldn’t have been anything I ate. No television or news items had crossed my eyes in days, so it couldn’t have been that either.
In fact, my day was fairly calm.
I was waiting for some guidance from above on a couple of issues. I had really had been struggling not to react to a couple of situations that had presented themselves. Instead, I was concentrating on holding myself quiet so I could stay in a position of faith.
The accuser had been in my ear all day long. Yackety-yak-yak!
The Word of God kept rising up to greet his attacks. God had my back and I knew it! Still, it gets wearying. One situation, in particular, was like the “Two-steps-forward-five-steps-back” type of situation. Over time, it has returned repeatedly. And? You know, it … just … gets … old.
Alright then….back to the dream.
Although I was quite a ways from the shore, I still had a good view of it. I found myself on the deck of some sort of small craft, no bigger than a sport fishing vessel. The boat was not moving, but lazily rocked back and forth in the sun and breeze. Such peace.
Surrounding the boat were other people who were also just relaxing, and having fun in the perfect weather. A sense of familiarity engulfed me as I recognized different ones here and there.
Then it struck me!
Most of these people were NOT in boats. They were soaking up the sun, sprawled on inflatable mattresses, as if they were in a swimming pool. Now, I can’t exactly say why, but that bothered me a little. After all, this was the ocean! Where was their protection and why weren’t they prepared in case the weather changed?
I was alert and walking around the deck. As I kept a look-out, I noticed most of the people were rather laid back, just floating along. The gentle rocking action of the water lulled many to sleep.
Uneasiness stirred in my gut even though things seemed perfect.
Feeling pressed to start for shore, I called out to different ones. Some laughed and went back to sleep. I kept calling. Others just looked annoyed and rolled over. Still others opened their eyes lazily, gazed around at the others, then shook their heads “No” and reclined once again.
My life jacket was a bit loose, so I tightened it about me and made preparations to leave. As I got underway, I noticed something dark, rolling toward us in the distance. By now, I was headed toward shore, asking God to get me there safely.
Traveling steadily, I made progress and felt confident, but suddenly, without any warning, huge swells began!
I continued ahead as fast as I could, but conditions were getting choppy, and the sun seemed to have gone behind a cloud.
Looking back to check the rest of the group, I found myself faced with a high wall of water. My heart lurched! Following the wall with my eyes, my head snapped upward!
How? Where? Oh dear!!!
Cresting high over me, a fierce 50-foot wave began to bear down and curl on top of me. Fear tried to take hold. What could I do? I wasn’t that strong of a swimmer. How could I survive this?
I knew I was as good as dead.
The wave started to collapse. I stared up into what seemed to be a hollow spot.
Like reverberating thunder, the roaring increased and I could barely hear myself as I cried out,
“Father Help! Father, I’m going to get through this. I’m going to come up through that spot once that wave subsides. Show me Lord; show me how to do it.”
Amazingly enough, I felt that I should push away from the boat, into the wave. As the wave engulfed me with a great force, I closed my eyes, grabbed my head and curled into a ball. It was if I was “pushed” into some sort of hollow pocket of airspace inside the wave.
The deafening noise ceased but the tossing was horrible. Moment by moment, I asked God to show me what to do and how to react. Initially, I started to flail around and my heart raced. Respiration increased with the onset of panic.
I felt God tell me to quiet myself, and breath slowly so I didn’t use up all the air in the “bubble” before the wave played out.
Trusting God, I concentrated on calming myself. With effort, I got my breathing under control.
I don’t know why I could see through the top of the wave, but I could. Still, I was several feet under water, and moving ahead rapidly.
All I remember saying over and over was, “Okay, Father, I will come up and out through there, soon.”
Then everything went dark. Still, I was aware of constant motion. I was waiting… just waiting.
As the wave broke and went on into the shore, I shot out of the water, gasping for air!
Fully aware that no calamity had overtaken me, I saw that I was within a safe distance of the shore. Breathlessly, I praised God over and over! I was going to be fine.
Then my thoughts turned. Where were the others? What had happened to them? I was almost to shore and when some familiar rubber boats caught my attention. They had ended up on the nearby rocks.
SUDDENLY, I WOKE UP – – No my eyes didn’t open, but I knew I was awake. I didn’t move.
Next to me, softly stroking my arm was my husband, propped up on one elbow. I was aware, but couldn’t speak. In the morning, he told me that my “funny breathing” had awakened him, so he watched over me to make sure I was okay and that things returned to normal.
He said that, at one point, I was pulling in short, soft halting breaths – randomly at first, and then more frequent. Then he mentioned that I calmed down completely, so he went back to sleep.
Though I’m not exactly sure how long it was but, sometime later, I was wide awake! The night was still pitch dark. Things were churning on my insides. A song rose up from deep within! Quietly at first, but then these words thundered:
“Like a mighty sea! Like a mighty sea, comes the love of Jesus, sweeping over me!
The waves of glory roll. The Savior to extol, Comes the love of Jesus, sweeping o’er
It wouldn’t leave. Louder and louder it echoed until I FINALLY got up!
Downstairs I looked at the clock. Three a.m. What? On a Saturday?
My insides were still shaking. I paced a bit, got some hot chocolate, and put on a Bible DVD to get The Word into my ears.
What was THAT all about, anyway? I felt like I had exercised for hours.
I settled in on the sofa with a blanket and listened to the Bible. Prayer overtook me and I yielded. People I hadn’t thought of in a long time crossed my thoughts. Odd situations with family flashed! I prayed, I interceded !!
The first indication of morning light peeped through the shades. It was cold. I got another blanket, turned off the TV and managed to drift off for a couple of hours.
A little tired, but extremely peaceful, I came to, clutching my blanket. The realization that a battle had been won, washed gently over me. I bathed in it.
Whether or not I saw anything with my eyes, was irrelevant. It was settled. I had my course. What was meant for my demise was ultimately my salvation.
My confidence is in the Lord – no matter what.
Later on in the morning, I opened to Psalms 65 and this is part of what I read:
5 By terrible things in righteousness wilt thou answer us,O God of our salvation;
Who art the confidence of all the ends of the earth,And of them that afar off upon the
6. Which by His strength setteth fast the mountains; Being girded with power:
7. Which stilleth the noise of the seas, The noise of their waves, and the tumult of the
Coincidence? I think not. Reassurance and confirmation? Yes, indeed.
God is God. He is in the business of speaking to His children and delivering them. Though there is more than one lesson I can take away from my dream, I know this: No evil shall befall me, neither shall any plague come night my dwelling.
That’s my story and I’m sticking to it. I think I’ll go to bed early tonight. (Yawn…)