Sometimes, I dream.
Most of those dreams are “normal”, as in, I can think back to what happened the day before and understand how my subconscious came up with the hodgepodge that occurred in my mind while I slept.
Other times, I dream, and I wake up feeling different, because the dream was different.
It’s happened only a few times that I can remember, the first of which was about 8 1/2 years ago…
I was pregnant with our daughter.
I dreamed that my sister was pregnant, too. In reality, I didn’t know if she was or not.
My sister and I, we weren’t speaking much to each other at that point in our lives…
different people, different states, different lives… as if adulthood gave us permission to finally break the ties that felt so false all of our lives.
The dream was SO real. I dreamed I found out she was pregnant, and so went over to my box of cards to pick out a “congrats!” card to send to her.
However, I couldn’t, because I didn’t know if the baby was a boy or a girl.
I woke up, and couldn’t shake it.
I called my mom to ask if my sister was pregnant and I just hadn’t been told yet.
My mom didn’t know, but called my sister. My sister didn’t think so, but on a whim, went and took a test.
And, guess what the result was?
She was pregnant.
The thing is, that she was on some medication that she shouldn’t have been on while pregnant. This new awareness allowed her to change things to be healthier for her baby.
It also changed US.
We are close now. It’s like I had a connection to her that couldn’t be changed.
I knew that dream was from the Lord. He used it not only to bring awareness and increased health to my sister and her baby, but also to draw us closer together, and closer to Him. It was a long time before I had another dream like this one.
Fast forward about 8 1/2 years, and we’re adopting.
And I have a dream…that I am the pregnant one!
And yet, I know beyond a shadow of a doubt that I am not!
But, I couldn’t shake it. WHY would I dream that?
I spent some time that morning praying about it as I got ready for church, just asking the Lord if there was more to the dream than what I knew.
I was specifically asking the Lord to show me what it was about. Should I let it go? Should I think something of it?
And then, out of the blue, I felt like I should pray for our pastor as he prepared for the service.
Umm… not the answer I was looking for, but okay??? I knew that on previous occasions, our pastor, who spends much time especially on Sunday mornings in prayer, is led to a different subject/topic/service than what he had planned all week. These Holy Spirit changes are always awesome, and minister to the people in great ways. So, I prayed. I heard the Lord speak to my heart… “I am changing things, and he needs extra support”; I felt distinctly that this was one of THOSE Sundays.
We got to church a little while later, and lo and behold, our pastor shares that very thing… that while he had been preparing in prayer, the Holy Spirit had led him to change things for that morning!
I immediately knew that the dream I had was legit. Not that I was pregnant, but that it was from the Lord. I still wasn’t sure what the dream meant, but I DID know that while I was asking for understanding, He gave me a task. A task I had to perform in faith, not knowing if the changes were real for that day or not.
The dream I had to believe in… in faith.
Not that I was pregnant (and, I’m not!), but that there was something to the timing of it all.
Later that day, something clicked in my mind… and I used my handy iPhone to punch in some information.
Turns out, if I HAD been conceiving at the time of the dream, my due date would be February 8th.
When I saw that, my heart leapt. I have felt for a while that we would be spending my birthday in China to get Julianne. My birthday is February 10th.
I feel like February 8th is our Gotcha Day.
Only time will tell if this is the case or not. Timeline/logistically speaking, it very well could be.
I know there are so many factors that are out of our control. There is so much waiting on someone else to do their job before we can move on to the next step. The part of the process in which I can control the pace is officially over. Now we have to wait as our paperwork moves from one person to another, one country to another.
There are some that might say this dream of mine was just to give me a little bit of comfort, a little peace of mind. I just don’t think that’s how God works.
He’s not super interested in giving me temporary peace. He’s mainly interested in permanent peace that come from making His name known through the Earth!
It could be that this IS the day we will get our girl. It COULD be that the Lord, in his infinite wisdom, looks down on us and knows that this dream story is yet another way to bring glory to HIMSELF.
He has done it before, why not again?
Just a few Biblical references to dreams:
Genesis 37-42 (Joseph)
1 Samuel (Samuel EXPECTS dreams as a way to hear from the Lord)
Daniel (this fella has all SORTS of dreams!)
Acts 2:17 “In the last days, God says, I will pour out my Spirit on all people. Your sons and daughters will prophesy, your young men will see visions, your old men will dream dreams.” (dreams are NOT just for the Old Testament, folks!)