Now why did I have to dream about him? In spite of things that
happened in my childhood and teen years I haven’t been plagued by those kinds of dreams. Why now?
There
was a large glossy topped table between us but it was obvious that he
was after me. I would rapidly walk a few steps then stop. So would he. He would
cross his arms and give me a slightly sneering grin. I glanced around at the
wood paneled walls. No windows and doors in sight, no escape route. I started
moving again and so did he. This kept on for a while. I knew he was just
wearing me down in his tormentingly leisurely way.
I
dropped to my knees, putting my head on my arms, and cried out to God. Then my
alarm rang. He vanished, but I was still
troubled. Why did I dream about him?
My husband had an
explanation that echoed my own.
“It was
a good dream,” he said. “Because you knew where to turn, you cried out to God.”
(Something like that.) “Your Dad represents evil to you.”
But why did I dream it? Why, why? And
then I knew. There are those of you that are facing situations like that. You
and ‘him’ seem to be going round and
round the table. He ‘knows’ he will wear
you down eventually and is gloating.
But will he? Does he have to? No. Sure you have an adversary, but you also have
an Advocate. Jesus is our protector and guide out of difficult situations.
But do
you have an advocate? Have you found Jesus to be a haven of rest ‘in the trying
scenes of life’ as one song put it? He
doesn’t wave a magic wand and make all your troubles disappear but He will be there for you making you
stronger, giving you comfort. Admit that you can’t ‘escape’ on your own. Admit
that you are poor and needy in need of a Savior and commit everything to the
lovingly Heavenly Father’s care.
