Revelations: God will get you over roadblocks in life
God speaks to me in dreams. He has for many years.
It is probably because I wouldn't listen otherwise, or at least I wouldn't listen that well, if I wasn't undistracted and unconscious.
I'm convinced it's the only way he's figured out how to force me listen and reflect on his message.
God dreams are different from normal, non-sequential dreams.
They're not your average walk-in-the-kitchen-to-find-a pot-so-you-can-cook-a-giant bicycle-in-the-bathroom-of your-brother's-office dream.
No, when God dreams occur, they're lucid and real. I can feel the Earth, the wind, the elements.
And when I wake, I remember the entire dream sequence - and I'm always impressed with the vividness of the images.
Because these dreams don't occur often, I tend to pay attention.
The other night, I experienced a God dream, and I haven't been able to shake the images since.
I was driving down a highway in a truck, like a U-Haul, and the navigation system started directing me to an alternate route because I missed my turn. The navigation voice rerouted me back to the right path, which turned out to be a small road with no name on the left side of the street. It was difficult to view the street from the highway and I missed the turn.
It was a narrow road across the streets, and it was difficult turn my large truck around to get back on the right road.
Cars were lining up in back of me - they were angry and honking because I wasn't moving speedy enough.
Completing the U-turn, I made it back to the road, which transformed into a dirt road, only wide enough to carry one vehicle in one direction.
Inside the cab of the truck was my dog - a black shaggy puppy, named Oscar. (This dog does not exist in real life.)
I drove down the road, which was bumpy and full of stones, and I was troubled driving the long stretch by myself.
The truck was swaying back and forth over the rocky road, but I knew I needed to keep driving.
After a few moments, I came to a roadblock - a dirt hill with stone and branches.
I turned off the truck and realized I wasn't getting through the roadblock.
I stepped down from the truck to investigate my options. Oscar the dog did as well; he found the road block entertaining. He even uncovered a tennis ball in the rubble.
I thought his antics were annoying and I commanded him to get back in the cab.
Frustrated at the roadblock, I, too, got back in the truck.
I didn't know how I was going to get over the hump and no one was there to help me.
I looked in the rearview mirror and my face was suddenly aged.
Then I looked in the front passenger seat, where my teenaged son was riding shotgun. He was making fun of me because we were stuck, as I imagine any teenager might tease their parent when they seem flustered.
"We're not getting through," he said.
But I looked at him and said, "We're just going try one more time, and believe God will get us through it."
He rolled his eyes at me, but agreed to help me one more time.
We rocked our bodies forward and back to push the truck forward with our momentum. Then I stuck the key in the ignition, turned the engine over, and watched in amazement as the the truck went forward.
That's when I woke up.
For about an hour I laid in bed thinking about the dream, to the point where I rolled my eyes at God, and said, "OK, OK, I get it."
For months, I've been struggling with my life's path, trying to determine what to do about several specific roadblocks. And for a much longer time, I've struggled with the way I always seem to get off the path and annoyed that it seems God is always navigating me back to the narrow road, when it seems so much easier for others to stay on it.
And in my constant attempts to get back to the right path, it sometimes feels that I'm holding people up, frustrating them with my negligent "driving" skills.
When I do manage get on God's narrow path, I'm frustrated with how difficult it is, and I lament all the baggage I'm towing behind me.
When I get to those inevitable obstacles, the ones I know I can't resolve alone, I always avoid asking for God's help first. While I'm avoiding God's help, others try to come over to my roadblock and make light of my obstacle - Oscar, in this case, illustrated those people.
Finally, when I realize I can't get through the rough patch alone, I'll give it to God and trust him to take care of it. Of course, that's when I usually pass through.
I'm telling you this dream story for two reasons.
The first is to illustrate that I'm not a perfect God follower and have never claimed to be. In many ways, this dream is the story of my life. Some would say it's my constitution.
But I'm also revealing the contents of this dream to you because I hope you'll be reminded that God always has a solution for your trials, your roadblocks, even if it's not the one you prefer or expect.
It would be much easier to coast through life on smooth highways with no roadblocks, but would we ever learn in life if everything was that easy? What would our life journeys be without failure and trials?
God tells us in the book of Job that he may unveil things in our dreams. I pray that he may do so you for you. And I pray you will listen and reflect on his message.
Sweet dreams, all.
Jennifer Preyss is a reporter for the Victoria Advocate. You can reach her at 361-580-6535 or email@example.com or on Twitter @jenniferpreyss