December 18 2017
Lately, I haven’t had much time to write down my dreams. However, I am compelled to write this one down.
I was inside a house. Everyone seemed to be in a hurry. I said hi to one of my Ates (older sister) from the church.
I saw my parents down the hall. Suddenly, a tornado violently tore the roof of the house and I could see it swirling in the dark, gray sky. Everyone in the house cried, as they desperately furrowed their heads under furniture.
My Ate and I hid under the bathroom sink, as we panicked at the last minute. As my eyes met the tornado, I prayed aloud, “God, please protect us.” The tornado vanished.
I think God is still showing me that He’s working. From the smallest ways, behind the scenes, in everything, to the biggest storms, He’s working. He’s never stopped working. In real life, I haven’t been as strong in my faith… but in my dream, He’s speaking to me. He’s revealing to me that in spite of all the storms, troubles, and worries, He’s always holding on to and protecting me and those I love.
This dream depicts an even greater work of God, having an entire tornado disappear… He will and is capable of doing greater things, because He is God. I need to put my all of faith and trust in Him again.
From the smallest to the biggest things, I need to remember that my whole life is in His hands. It’s going to be okay, because God is holding me.