So I woke up this morning and after a little while got pretty tired. I didn’t get enough sleep. So I laid back down and took a nap. I believe the dream that followed had a lesson in it.
The parts I can remember are that I’m in Connecticut, not sure where. I’m also at some religious event. My cousin Amy is there. I let someone borrow my van one night, and then nothing else was said about it. The next day (I think) some people pull up outside. I THINK it was Cyndi’s son, but for some reason I want to say it was our neighbor’s son from Park St..The one who bought my uncles house. They needed to map their way somewhere and I said I had a GPS in my car. So we go to my van only to find that I can’t find it. I look and look where I parked it, and then look around the whole place (which now looks like my uncle Tom’s old house on Park) and still no car. I had forgotten I lent it to someone, who I guess was a friend of mine. I found her and she reminded me she borrowed it last night and so we looked together so she could try and remember where she parked it. I was inside shortly after and she came up to me and told me someone stole my van. I was all upset. I asked her if she locked it. I don’t remember what she said. The pastor was there and herd me getting upset and asking how I was going to get home from connecticut, what I was going to do about no car seats, even if I had a ride, that I just bought the car a few months ago and paid in full. I said I should never have let her borrow my van. The last words out of my mouth were, Something told me not to come. It’s like God was telling me not to come here because my van was going to get stolen if I did.
So we called the cops and told them it was stollen. I had no hopes of finding it. I did run down the street aways just looking for it. A friend passed me in her car and got out. There was a wooden sign infront of a building. A House? A chapel. I don’t remember. Anyway, the sign had Mary on it and my friend told me to touch the hands of Mary and ask her to help me find my van. She told me that Mary could tell me where it was.
I did it, but I don’t remember if Mary came. Next thing I remember is me sitting on a bench, kind of like in an airport setting, with a tv screen in front of me. I’m sitting with a few people on it. All of a sudden I see a police car and then another on the screen. I grabbed the arm of the person sitting next to me and just said. My Van Is Here. I just KNEW it was there. There was no question about it. The next thing I saw was a few more cop cars and then my van and another cop car behind the van. Then I saw the van driving a little faster than it should.. actually a lot faster than it should and the person driving almost hit a cop car and she swerved a little. I ran downstairs to see what crazy person had been driving my car. It was the girl I let borrow it. I was so mad. I heard her tell the cop that she was sorry, but after a couple drinks it’s hard for her to drive.
Immediately I figured out what happend. In front of the cops and the pastor, I took a young girl asside to tell her what I thought happend. I whispered it to her so that after we hear the official story from the cops, I could know if I was right or not and she’d be my witness. I told her that the girl I let borrow the car, took my car to a bar. She got so drunk that they wouldn’t let her drive my car home, and someone else took her home. She was so drunk that she thought she drove herself home and didn’t realize that it was back at the bar. Then when we were about to hear what it was that happend I was woken up.
I’m not sure if it was beforr i told the little girl what happend or after, but I met with someone.. the pastor, a cop, or a civilian. I’m not sure. I think it was the pastor or cop. Anyway, I met with them and was saying about how I think God was involved in tha whole thing. The person said why would God show us anything from the car incident. It was too small of an incident. I said sometimes God uses the small instances of our lives to make a point. To teach a lesson. I’m not sure what else I said, but the point of it was, that God uses our circumstances to teach us things even if they are unimportant events. We just have to be willing to be listening all the time. Because sometimes even the small instances can have a big impact when God is involved.
Who knows what the reason for that was.. maybe because of that instance, the girl I let borrow my van is going to stop drinking because she realized how bad it actually was. Who knows. Maybe it was to show that no matter how hopeless a situation looks, God is always there to help you out.
Anyway, This post is mostly for my own purposes, but if it get’s anyone else thinking, it was worth it for you to read it. Take some time today to find out what God is trying to tell you.
