I had a terrible dream the other night, I wouldn’t call it a prophetic dream, but spiritually awakening would be the best way to describe it I suppose. I have a lot of these spiritually themed dreams, some beautiful and others that scare the socks off my tiny feet. I believe it is because I am going through a personal struggle with my faith and in some instances I know that God is trying to speak to me in a way that He knows will have an impact on my thoughts and actions.

In this dream, my family was living in Seattle, but in a condo that was in a mid-size building along the water. I am standing at a huge window looking out at the dark water when I hear a loud, booming roar, as if a plane was right on top of the building. My eyes scan the horizon quickly to access where the noise was coming from and at first I don’t see anything, but there, just a small white figure still far from eye-shot, was something travelling at top speed towards my building.

It shot across the sky, and though it flew quickly, I could see that it was a gigantic plane—or so I thought, flying not 50 feet above the water. On the tail end of this plane was a painting of the American flag. I ask myself—is that Air Force One? Why is it flying so low? Is the President in Seattle today? While these questions racked my mind, I see this plane starting to ascend straight upwards to begin a backwards loop down towards the water. I remember thinking then,’ that is not a plane…what is that?’ Then in the same instant, ‘it is going to crash…it is headed straight into the water.’ I knew in that moment that it was a bomb of some sort, that it was going to create a catastrophic explosion. 

A big explosion occurs when this object hits the water, and I feel a trembling throughout the building. I see a blinding flash of orange and crimson light and realize that I am going to die. My mind races and I think of my kids; I have to run and get them out of there; but just as soon as the thought crosses my mind, another thought; it doesn’t matter, they will die also. I realize that it is too late to take any action. While the building starts to crumble beneath me I start to pray. ‘Dear God, I didn’t know, I’m so sorry. I didn’t know that it would happen so soon. I wasn’t ready. Please God, I love you, please forgive me.’ I knew my prayer would be futile because I was already lost. I had chosen to remain lukewarm in my faith and in that moment of feeling my body disintegrate in the blinding heat I knew that when God had so many times “knocked at my door” I had walked away, chosen to walk away because I was too busy, or too tired, or just not ready to give up any time to spend with Him…

...To be continued in tomorrow’s post.