On Wednesday mornings, I attend a women's group at my church called Sisterhood. We are assigned to a table each semester so it is sort of a small group within a larger group. After a time of fellowship we listen to a teaching and then have a discussion/sharing at our tables which concludes with prayer.
This morning, after we had finished our prayer and were about to leave, one of the women turned to me and said, "Do you remember what you shared during the table discussion last week?" I must have given her a blank look because she smiled and said, "Remember the dream about the boat in the storm?"
Oh yeah. Now I remembered! Last week we had been talking about the faithfulness of God. During the discussion, I had shared a dream I had about two years or so before I got cancer. I rarely remember dreams but this is one of the rare ones that I do.
I found myself in a small boat out on the ocean in a terrible storm. I desperately clung to anything I could, flattening myself against the boat, praying that the storm would cease and that my little boat would remain in one piece. I suddenly realized that Jesus was out there in the storm so I began to try to peer through the driving rain and waves, straining to try to get a glimpse of him. However, it seemed like just as I was about to see Jesus, a montrous wave would come between us and my little boat would quickly take a dive.
In my dream I found myself screaming, "I know you are out there but I can't see you!"
Through the roar of the wind and the crashing of the waves I heard a faint reply. "That's okay. I can see you!"
Immediately I was filled with peace even though the storm continued. You see, I was not alone and I was safe. God could see me even if I could not see him and he could reach me even if I couldn't reach him.
My friend continued, "Well, I wanted to let you know that I have been thinking about that dream a lot this week. It has helped me to remember that God really is there in the middle of the storm. I wanted you to know that as well as something else. I've been sharing that story with others and it has encouraged and helped them as well. I thought you would like to know that so thank you. Thank you for sharing that story."
This served to remind me once again how important it is to share our stories. Sometimes they are personal stories only meant for us but other times they are lessons that God wants us to share with others. Share your stories about you and God.
I have been teetering on the edge of applying for a volunteer mentor program, you just pushed me over the edge! I will finish the application today and hopefully share my stories. Thank you :smiley: