(3/9) Dreaming of Drowning

This dream came to me in January before my mother lost her brother and I lost my cousin.  It was the kind of dream that you know was important so I wrote it down: 

I was standing on the shore and I see a wave forming so huge that it’s towering over the nearby buildings. The size of it was so scary. At the time watching it build I had that feeling like I couldn’t move. Then when it crashed and was coming towards us (my mom too) I knew no matter how fast I run I can’t escape this. Just before the water hit us, I see my mom make a run for it but I know there is no outrunning this wave at this point. I know it’s going to hit us and I’m either going to make it or I’m not.  I take a deep breath and everything went black. Just as I started to question where the surface is, if I’m going to have enough breath to make it there, and if my mom made it away from the wave, I feel a hand in mine and it pulls me to the surface. 

It wasn’t until 6 months later that the meaning of this dream was revealed in the story of Peter walking on water. Not in my bible but in my son’s children’s bible.  The meaning of the story hit and the memory of that dream came rushing back to me.  This moment was the first of two major pivotal moments in my journey.  I realized that God was preparing me in that dream.  He was sending me a warning that trouble was to come but that He would pull me out of it.  He would not forsaken me. All I had to do was turn to Him, cling to Him, and never let go.