A dream that changed his life. |
As I recall, it was dark. I think it was about midnight or so. I was staying at a hotel for the weekend. My wife was fast asleep next to me and my daughter was in her own bed. I felt like something was pulling me. It was telling me to go outside. I didn’t want to leave my nice warm bed for the bitter cold outside. The urge to go outside got stronger and stronger. I could no longer stand it. I got out of bed, put my robe and slippers on, and went outside. I walked down the steps, turned left, then right, then left, then left again. It was like there was a rope tied to my arms, guiding me. I knew exactly where I was going, but at the same time I had no clue. As I stood at a street, waiting for the walk light to change so I could cross, I felt someone touch my shoulder. “Carl. Carl! Caaaarrrrrllllllll.” I turned to see who was there. No one. Then the person tapped me on the other shoulder. This time, I knew it was a woman’s voice. “Carl. Caarrll. Hey!!!” When I looked, she still wasn’t there. Then from somewhere behind me, I heard, “Daddy. Hey Dad.” It was my daughter. I looked for her. I couldn’t find her. I looked in front of me. Not there. I looked behind me. Not there. I looked back in front of me. She still wasn’t there. Neither was the street that I was waiting to cross. I was standing in front of a tall building. It had written above the door. “The Entrance to your Savior’s Grace.” ‘What?’ I thought to myself. I know this is not where I was just a second ago, but I hadn’t moved. “Where am I,” I muttered to my self. I must not have said it quietly enough, because someone answered me. It wasn’t something I expected. “I lost my way, and I asked the same thing. I was just walking and all of a sudden, I was standing in front of this building.” “What is this building? Is it a church?” The man answered, “Yes and no. Yes, you could call it a church. No, because you could call it by its name: The Entrance to your Savior’s Grace. Once you enter, you will understand.” I was a little confused, so I decided to enter the building. I opened the door, and was blinded by a bright light. I closed my eyes for a second. When I opened my eyes, I completely understood. There was standing my Savior’s Grace. There stood my family. I must have been sleeping, because my daughter was laughing at me. She said I was talking in my sleep. From that day on, I tried to spend as much time with my family as I could. Word Count: 480 |