i was up almost all last night. not to give you all my life issues. but i couldn't sleep, just worrying about all the stuff i have goin' on. Financial, emotional, physical, spiritual, family, ect.
FINALLY, about 5:20am, this morning i fell asleep, reason i know this, is because i had a dream.
i need to write it down, so i won't for get it. i hardly remember dreams, but i woke up, and my heart was happy and at peace. then, i started my worrying again, how stupid, uh?
so, warning, dream sequence coming up...
ANYWAY, ever have one of those dreams where it felt so real?
i had this dream that my sister, my daughter (who is 17) and a friend from work, and myself entered a mud race
(like the warrior dash, ect... you run a 5k, with mud, fire, through water, over large barriers, might i add, i have ALWAYS wanted to do one, it is on my list of goals to do next year). we were all getting ready, and then i noticed i lost my license. i was searching for it all over the place, my husband and son were there, and my husband said to just run, i don't need it. everyone (sister, daughter, friend) was way ahead of me, but i started catching up with them! i was only a lap behind (don't know why, but it was a 3 lap course, usually, you only go through once).
i came up to the top of this hill and looked over the top, and there was a huge hole, with stairs leading down. it looked to be about 20 stories or so. i want to catch up to everyone, (i could see my group, at the bottom, just running out). so, i started running down the steps, it was taking too long so i put my arms on the railing and lifted up my feet and started sliding down, i was making up so much time!
before i knew it, i noticed that i had slid too far, it was dark, deep and wet, started running back up the stairs, the flights began to separate, and the only way to get back up was to jump about 20 feet, upwards, and try to catch the rung of the next flight of stairs. i KNEW there was no way i could make it.
something inside me said, "shout to the Lord, He will hear you, He will help you." i started praying, pleading, yelling to God to help me, as i was running toward the large gap between flights of stairs (committed to the action and just believing) when i saw these HUGE foam hands (no i don't know why they looked like the foam hands you get at sporting events), i knew they were God's hands, i jumped without doubt, raised up my hands, knowing that there was no way possible i could make it on my own, but trusted that i could do it with God's help, those hands reached out, grabbed my hands, and tossed me up to the area i was supposed to stop at and then i kept running praising God the whole way!
then my alarm went off.
you know, i read once that there is only enough room in your heart for one... worry or faith...
i choose faith... when i start to worry again, i need to remember the foam hands are there, ready to catch me, just start running, don't doubt, just jump!