IF YOU HAVEN'T READ EITHER GREATER LOVE OR A STRONG FAITH THEN DONT READ THIS UNTIL YOU HAVE. :D
Dreams Are Sometimes Reality
I woke up with a start, tears running down my face, choking down my sobs. I sat still and listened to the patter of the rain against the waterproof covering on the tent, and tried to calm myself. "It was just a dream," I kept saying to myself, over and over again, but I had this feeling deep down inside of me that it was a warning, or a prophecy of what would really happen to me someday.
I shivered and curled up even tighter in my sleeping bag. I wondered if the boys were getting soaked under the tree outside , until I heard muffled laughing, running feet, and a car door slam in the next campsite. I could hear Mom and Daddy snoring, and the soft breathing of Amanda and Judy. I was glad that my foolish crying hadn't woken them up. I shivered again, thinking about the dream. Why does it feel so real?
The dream in a few words was this: I became engaged to a godly young man, and right after our engagement he figured out that he had lung cancer, and only had five months to live. He tryed to let me out of the engagement but I wouldn't let him, so we got married. Several months later I was sitting next to his hospital bed and holding his hand when he was dying, and the last thing he said to me was "Laura, I love you so much. Never forget: 'a greater love hath no man...'" and then he drifted off with me holding his hand and crying, and then I woke up.
That was when I was fourteen years old.
The exact scenes that appeared in my dream were played out in reality, exept for the part where my husband dies; he actally had fallen asleep at that point.
My husband lived twenty-seven years after he had his bilateral lung transplant, and then he died in a car wreck. People wondered how I could go on with life still trusting and loving God after he took away my Jonathan, but I wondered how anyone could go on living without trusting God after losing a loved one. My own twenty-six year old son asked me if it wasn't hard to keep on trusting God. He wondered why God would work miracles in Jonathan's life and save him from lung cancer, only to take him in a car wreck years later. I said to him, "Son, we don't always understand why God does things the way He does, but that doesn't mean that He's doing it all wrong. The miracles that He did in your father's life were used to glorify Him, and show people that He has control over life and death." My son, Jonathan Russell, nodded in agreement and I continued, "Your father loved God, and served Him well. I think that God was ready to have your Daddy in heavan with Him. We just have to trust God, and understand that His plan is perfect."
I think that my son already knew all of that, but he needed to be reminded. I needed to be reminded, too.
I pondered over the fact that God had given me a dream about Jonathan when I was fourteen, long before I ever met my Jonathan.
Dreams can be reality, I thought to myself, But only if God chooses to reveal part of His plan for your future to you.
I know that God doesn't always do things the way we like it to be, but I know that I can trust Him.
He blessed me in so many ways, and I thank Him every day for the twenty-seven and a half years that He gave me with Jonathan.
Thus is still pretty rough but I am hoping to add to it and then mesh this and my other two stories into one full novel. And that is a prayer request. :)