dreams and visions

Dreams. When you were little, what did your parents call them? Good dreams and Bad dreams. In fact, I still call them that. And the type of dream you have can sometimes affect the way you face the morning. For instance, the dreams I had last night were about -- you guessed it --school. I cannot stand school. Therefore, this morning, I woke up in a bad mood -- annoyed that I'd wasted my night at school, and now I was going there again, today!
But not all dreams are totally depressing. (Not that my dream was, but it feels like it.)

Sometimes, like in the Bible -- God might speak to us in a dream. I mean, think about it. In your dream, your in the backyard, sitting by a tree, reading a book. And then, suddenly -- you hear this voice. God's voice. If you've read the Christy Miller and Sierra Jensen series, you'll know that God doesn't always speak in sentences. He speaks with words. Like in the Christy Miller book, 'Let Go'. In fact, God uses words a lot of the time. To my parents, in fact. Before we moved here, before we moved to Kerang, even before we moved in with my grandparents for a year. When I was 9.

Dad was in the frontyard, doing something. All of a sudden, he had an image of David and His sheep (or something like that -- I'm not completely sure!) and the words 'Wait. They'll come to you.' Wow, he thought. So, he went inside to share this with my mum. And, guess what? She was already on her way outside. 'Guess what!' they both said. And, you know what? God had said the same thing to both of them. Wait. They'll come to you.

And now, 4 years later, we believe we're finally beginning doing what God has planned for us to do. In fact, I think I'll do a post on that, too, sometime soon!

xox emily