nightmare.
Since my father's death dreams have been a big part of my life. They have acted as both a channel for God to speak to me, as well as a foothold for the enemy. It's been almost five years since my father's death and I am sometimes still haunted with nightmares. I am writing this post to tell you of a dream that I too quickly labeled as a nightmare. I'm beginning to learn something about dreams. . . just because they "shake you up" it doesn't mean they are nightmares. I'm learning that God chooses to teach me about myself through dreams. He also reminds me of His goodness and faithfulness. Maybe that is why Satan chooses dreams as his way of getting to me. Anyway - The dream: I learn that my family has been the victim of a horrendous and unspeakable crime. Standing in our living room, facing the window, I begin to cry out to God. "Why would you let this happen to us, God?! Why?!" Amongst the pain and tears and confusion, anger began to sl...