I Wonder if Dreams are a Gift from God

I don’t remember all my dreams. I could count on one hand the number of dreams I remember having. Sometimes I’ll remember a dream right when I wake up, but it slowly fades as I start my day. 

Then there are the other dreams – the dreams that never leave my mind. One dream I’ve held onto for years, the other occurred just the other night and I have a feeling I won’t be forgetting it anytime soon. I know there have been other dreams throughout my life – we dream every night – but most don’t make sense or we simply can’t remember. 

Sometimes I wonder if the dreams we do remember are sent from God as a way of comforting us. Perhaps they’re just figments of our imagaination, but yet, I can’t help but wonder. The dreams I remember are the ones that leave me with a new sense of hope and promise for the future. 

The first dream I recall vividly occurred a couple weeks after my dad died. I dreamed my dad, mom, brothers, and I were all driving to a nearby town. My brothers and I were crammed into the backseat of the car – we hadn’t all ridden together in years and I didn’t understand why we were now. I sat directly behind my dad. I was very confused. I remembered him dying, but his body was before me. Dream me asked him about it. “Dad, you died. I know you died. How are you here?” I questioned him. He glanced in the rearview mirror back at me. The words dream dad said still comfort me to this day. “God knew you needed me so He sent me back for the day, but I can’t stay, I have to go back.” Dream me accepted this answer. I awake with a new sense of peace. Like everything was going to be okay. And it was. Overtime, everything was okay. 

The other dream I vividly remember occurred the other night. I’ve currently been knee deep in this book all The Single Woman by Mandy Hale. It’s a great book – very empowering and uplifting. While I love being a single woman at the moment, and that book helps me remember why, deep down in my soul I still long to be a mother – one day, when the time is right and if God chooses to bless with marriage and children. As I fell asleep that night, I dreamed a wonderful dream. I was in the hospital. I was standing and looking over the bed where this beautiful baby boy was laying. I knew immediately that this precious bundle was my son. I stood there – completely amazed. Dream me took in every detail about him and was amazed – everything that had happened in life had led dream me to that moment – and dream me was sure she would do it all over again. I didn’t see my husband. I couldn’t tell what hospital we were in. I wasn’t sure when it was. However, I awake completely content with a new sense of hope that maybe, just maybe, my dreams would come true one day. 

Now, I’m not saying God sent either of those dreams to me. They very well could be figments of my imagination that my subconscious created to bring me a sense of peace. I just awake feeling better than I had in a long time. 

And so sometimes I wonder if dreams are a gift from God – reassuring us that everything will be okay, our dreams and hopes for the future will come true – we just have to hang on a little longer and perhaps a little tighter. 


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