I guess one could say I wasn't the most devout Christian. Though I went to church when I was younger, certain situations (both personal and financial) prevented my family and I from attending church. We still worshipped God in the home and He would always be in my thoughts and prayers, oftentimes being the one thing that held my family together in times of stress. Through every hardship, though stressed I may be, I would always end up thinking that it was God's will to test me and that He would pull me through. But, this isn't about how I always thought of Him in such situations. This is about a dream I had last year.
I still remember it very vividly. Most dreams I had were hectic, vibrant, and all over the place. Not always in a bad way, as some were exciting and fast-paced, but I was no stranger to unnerving dreams. This one was different, I was walking along a white path. There was no scenery around me, just a clean white vastness that seemed to go on for who knows how long. I remember feeling at ease, like that feeling you sometimes get before you fall asleep. I felt content, safe, and like I was supposed to be there.
A voice spoke to me, it did not offer any revelation or tell me anything that I should or should not be doing with my life. It simply spoke my name once. It was masculine, but gentle and affirmative at the same time. It had a sense of authority to it in the way a master knows their craft. It didn't sound like it was commanding me, but rather trying to get my attention-- or as I suspect, trying to draw my attention to something in particular, though what I may never definitively know.
Afterwards, I looked around trying to look for the voice, but there was nothing. I woke up immediately afterwards with questions racing around my mind. I was curious, immediately wondering if this was a dream from God. I wondered what it meant, or if I had done something wrong to wake up before the message could be given to me-- or if I had done something wrong to receive the dream in the first place. Eventually, I attempted to interpret my dream. My best guess was that the path I stood on was symbolic, and that perhaps God was trying to draw my attention to it.
Whether in real life I was following the right path or not I don't know, but it certainly made me think hard about what I would do with my life and how I would move forward. I thought maybe it had a connection to school, since I was in my senior year and was planning for college. I also thought that maybe it was beckoning me to follow a path to a stronger relationship with God.
Over the past year, I have thought over and over about the dream. I remember a lot of my dreams vividly, even the crazy and super-weird ones, so me remembering this one wasn't anything new. However, the voice I heard stuck so strongly I can still remember what it sounded like. I remember how comfortable the vast white blankness felt, despite actually being afraid of wide open spaces.
I never had the dream again, but every once in a while it will still pop into my head and I'll think about it further. At the current moment, I interpret it as a reminder to be cautious and aware of the path I'm following and to ensure that it is the best for me personally and for my relationship with God.
I still remember it very vividly. Most dreams I had were hectic, vibrant, and all over the place. Not always in a bad way, as some were exciting and fast-paced, but I was no stranger to unnerving dreams. This one was different, I was walking along a white path. There was no scenery around me, just a clean white vastness that seemed to go on for who knows how long. I remember feeling at ease, like that feeling you sometimes get before you fall asleep. I felt content, safe, and like I was supposed to be there.
A voice spoke to me, it did not offer any revelation or tell me anything that I should or should not be doing with my life. It simply spoke my name once. It was masculine, but gentle and affirmative at the same time. It had a sense of authority to it in the way a master knows their craft. It didn't sound like it was commanding me, but rather trying to get my attention-- or as I suspect, trying to draw my attention to something in particular, though what I may never definitively know.
Afterwards, I looked around trying to look for the voice, but there was nothing. I woke up immediately afterwards with questions racing around my mind. I was curious, immediately wondering if this was a dream from God. I wondered what it meant, or if I had done something wrong to wake up before the message could be given to me-- or if I had done something wrong to receive the dream in the first place. Eventually, I attempted to interpret my dream. My best guess was that the path I stood on was symbolic, and that perhaps God was trying to draw my attention to it.
Whether in real life I was following the right path or not I don't know, but it certainly made me think hard about what I would do with my life and how I would move forward. I thought maybe it had a connection to school, since I was in my senior year and was planning for college. I also thought that maybe it was beckoning me to follow a path to a stronger relationship with God.
Over the past year, I have thought over and over about the dream. I remember a lot of my dreams vividly, even the crazy and super-weird ones, so me remembering this one wasn't anything new. However, the voice I heard stuck so strongly I can still remember what it sounded like. I remember how comfortable the vast white blankness felt, despite actually being afraid of wide open spaces.
I never had the dream again, but every once in a while it will still pop into my head and I'll think about it further. At the current moment, I interpret it as a reminder to be cautious and aware of the path I'm following and to ensure that it is the best for me personally and for my relationship with God.