Amazing Grace had a dream. It was a real “I’m asleep and stuff is going on in my head” kinda’ dream, not an “I’m awake but I am imagining how I can change the world” kinda’ dream.
She was sleeping. She dreamed something. Then, she woke up with a passion to follow the dream.
Grace can be political or spiritual, highly self-motivated or sleep til noon, opinionated or too meek to give her opinion, brilliant or the definition of a true blond. She is my brainiac-funny-maniac all rolled up into a blonde-haired blue-eyed enigma.
The last time she had a dream, it turned out to be disastrous. You’ll have to read it to believe it.
This time she had a dream, but it was a blessing. She dreamed she started a prayer group, but she charged money. She woke up, enthusiastic for the prayer meeting idea, minus the fee.
The seed had been planted after this September’s “See You At The Pole” prayer time. We participate in a weekly homeschool co-op and the high school students gathered early on the appointed annual morning to pray. Afterwards, Grace said to Scott and I, “It was so encouraging, we should do this every week!”
Today was the first day. Despite some questioning by kids “what do we have to pray about” or slight teasings, about a dozen kids joined together for 15 minutes of prayer.
Awhile back I blogged about the odors of my children as they aged. Today, Grace and the other teenagers reeked.
Revelation 5:8, “… the twenty-four elders fell down before the Lamb, each having a harp, and golden bowls full of incense, which are the prayers of the saints.”
Their prayers were smelled in Heaven and caused some parents to add their sweet aroma of worship the Lord, with relief, joy and delight.
Because, we agree with John Bunyan, who describes prayer as a “shield to the soul, a sacrifice to God, and a scourge for Satan.”
I always dreamed and prayed about my kids honoring the Lord, but never imagined my wide awake dreams would be answered in part with a daughter’s sound asleep dream.
Today, 12 teens prayed, because of a dream
– a dream come true.
All I can think about is that little girl at Box T who I loved having around and adored her hugs. 🙂 She is all grown up.
Aww. That's beautiful. I miss Grace! Please send her my love:-) Thanks for blogging, I'm always reading these even if I don't comment:-D