Last night I had a dream. I was in front of many youth of the Dominican Republic and I was having a grand time teaching the gospel. I felt the Spirit dictating to me what I needed to say, do, and preach. I was thoroughly enjoying the time in front of those young kids sharing the gospel.
I woke up and felt such comfort and joy. I can't wait to be teaching again. I love to teach, for all it really is, is being in front of hungry saints who want to hear the good word, eat it up, and are changed. They feel the Holy Spirit bearing witness of the truth and are filled. I am only the tool to present it to them, what needs to be said, and they listen and then incorporate it into their lives. What joy!
I was laying awake for the next hour or so anticipating that glorious experience coming again in my life. I am excited.
Then I went back to sleep and dreamed of three young kids. They were in trouble. One was incarcerated, while the other two were on probation for their actions. I felt the challenge I had been given striving to reclaim those two, bearing witness to them and preaching the gospel of Jesus Christ. Then I woke up again.
I tried to figure out what that dream meant, if anything. Guess I will have to wait and see.
Then I dropped off to sleep again and dreamed another dream. This one, I was in a room and "heard" my two parents in a neighboring room speaking to each other. I woke up and thought I still heard them. I would have sworn that I heard voices, so I climbed out of bed and went to the door of our universe (our room) to see if I could hear them better. Of course, there was dead/sleeping silence. Once again I wondered if there was a meaning to that dream.
Mom and Dad served on four missions across the world. Perhaps that was just telling me that they are in a neighboring room, talking about our upcoming mission. I don't know.
But the night was filled with dreams that could mean something in the upcoming months? Because of those dreams, I did not sleep too much last night. Busy day today continuing to finalize things and help my daughter and son get ready to move in the next day or two. But all will get done, somehow.
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