The Dream...

After publishing my last post and updating everyone on our current events, I thought I would be able to relax for the rest of the evening. Boy was I wrong. You see, I made statements in that post that bothered me for the rest of the evening. When we move into the new house, we will have two extra bedrooms and two bonus rooms. (One of the bonus rooms is big enough to be a bedroom but does not have a closet, the other bonus room is just big enough for a book case and two bean bags.) The statements that were bothering me were those I made regarding Cam's 'man room' and my craft room. There are already two sheds and a greenhouse on the property, and plenty of room to remodel/update the sheds. I would love to put the hobbies outside in these sheds, including the 'man room' if Cam is agreeable, and use the bedrooms for their intended purpose.

I have wanted to adopt since grade school; international, domestic, fost adopt or any combination there of. Working with Beth really brought this desire back to the forefront for me. So, all evening I was bothered by the fact that I did not express my desire to use the bedrooms to grow our family. It bothered me to the point of not being able to go to sleep last night. I had to write down my thoughts in order to allow my conscious mind to let the issue go and allow me to get some sleep.

During that sleep, I had the most vivid dream I have had in a very long time... I dreamed I was somewhere on the continent of Africa. I was either visiting or working at an orphanage. During the dream, I had the impression there was a civil war going on in the region, and I was assisting with gathering the children to either relocate, or shelter in place. The most vivid part of the dream was watching each child wander out of a small grove of trees, one at a time. A small, handsome boy, wearing only shorts...a beautiful girl, toddling toward me in a worn sun dress... As each child came to me, I wrapped my arms around them, whispering tender words to ease their individual fright, and carried them, one by one, into the building. The dream continued for some time, until I finally woke, with a deeper sense of purpose.

For the past couple of months, I have been praying for guidance. Along with that guidance, I have been praying for the patience and wisdom (that is not really the word I am looking for) to see the path God has chosen for my family and I, and the sense to follow that path without allowing my stubborn independence to distract me from His plan.

For right now I will leave you with this..."Look at the birds. They don't plant or harvest, they don't have storerooms or barns, but God feeds them. And you are worth much more than birds." (Luke 12:24). I love reading that line over and over, along with "Don't always think about what you will eat or what you will drink, and don't keep worrying. All the people in the world are trying to get these things, and your Father knows you need them. But seek God's kingdom, and all your other needs will be met as well." (Luke 12:29-31).