All blogs have to start somewhere, and I supposed mine should start with a little back story.
Job 33:14-15 "He [God] speaks in dreams, in visions of the night, when deep sleep falls on people as they lie in their beds. He whispers in their ears..." From an early age, I had dreams: crazy dreams, memorable dreams, dreams that I can recall in detail today. That is just how my brain works. I would take a story I had heard during the day, and it would become so vividly clear in the night that it was as if I was living the story. I remember getting chased by Grover monster and falling over our banister and never landing, I remember being in the long line waiting death in the Holocaust, I remember being chased in crazy sequences through streets in Europe after watching some action movie. These dreams though were just dreams, just my brain seeing a picture and reliving it- there wasn't a message there (or maybe there was and I missed it). But there are other dreams, dreams that God speaks into my heart and my head, and for whatever reason, will not be shaken. My husband once asked me, what differentiates these dreams from the normal ones, but the truth is that I do not know. Before I completely lose you (I realize this has nothing to do with foster care, yet) hang in there, remember, this is just the back story. It doesn't happen often, maybe 5 or 6 times, but when it does it changes things. It might be asking me to pray for a sister that didn't tell me how bad things had gotten, but He chose to show me how bad it could get. It might be offering a warning I was too afraid to share with a friend because, who tells a friend that. Or it might be a long line of negative pregnancy tests, followed by one single positive, with a name, whispered in my ear. Some are clear cut, and have quick confirmation that yes, God was speaking, like when a phone call confirmed that things were not just bad but horribly wrong, or like when a tragic dream played out in reality a few weeks later ending with a small grave. Others are harder to interpret, like a reoccuring dream I had about a crumbling house. That one took a few weeks for God to show me the meaning (in this case to protect the amazing gift of marriage/family that He had given to Tim and I, in the midst of a really busy time). And some take so long to fulfill that you begin to wonder if He was speaking at all, or if it was merely a nice dream- as when it took two full years after I heard the name "Alexandria Grace" whispered in my ear to even know another baby was coming. This blog is about a dream like that. A dream that helped catapult Tim and I towards foster care. I was originally going to call this blog Chasing Daniel- as Daniel was the name I heard this time around, but now, with a sweet little puddin in our home I realize that maybe Daniel was just one face to show me the need of many. I believe in dreams, sometimes they are the things that keep me going.
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