The Lord awakened me last night.
I want to share something with you. An observation really. Many of you know what it feels like to be awakened by the Holy Spirit at night, or hear the Lord’s call to awaken. You know exactly what I mean, when I say the Lord awakened me.
I rose up, ready to listen as to who needed intercession. Usually I sit at the side of my bed, and wait to hear. Nothing came. So I went to the living room, and sat in the “waiting chair” as I call it. Nothing. Since I was sleepy, I went down the “usual suspect” list, and I did not feel any prompting of the Spirit. Nothing. I walked around the house and checked the doors and windows, and prayed. Nothing. I drank a glass of water, and headed for bed.
I stopped to check my sleeping mother, to see if her breathing was alright, and if she was covered and away from the edge of the bed.
As I turned away I almost missed it. I was intrigued. I was witnessing something my mother had often shared with my sister and me. She often told us, how she through the years had dreamt that she was flying in the air. She would relate these dreams with excitement and joy.
I sat down and watched my mother’s legs, as she lay in a supine position (face-up in bed), with her legs slightly raised up off the bed. The wonder of it all is that since her left hip fractures, arthritis, and age, she is unable to lift her legs up off the mattress without assistance. I know this because my sister and I help her with her therapeutic exercises. Her legs are too weak to lift off the mattress, but here she was in her sleep, legs slightly lifted.
And then it happened ! Her toes began to wiggle, and flutter, like wings, and then I saw her feet slightly turn to the left, and then maneuver smoothly to the right. I thought to myself, “she must be soaring through the sky with those maneuvers.”
I watched her face. She had a peaceful look and a slight smile on her lips. Soon her fingers were fluttering, as well as her toes. “She must need extra oomph” I thought to myself, as she climbed higher and higher.
As she continued fluttering her toes and fingers, I thought of the stories she had told us, and then I realized she had been retelling the Psalms or biblical passages from Revelations, Isaiah, Daniel and Genesis.
“Well shut my mouth”, I said to myself (feeling more like Gomer Pyle, “Shazam”), as I clearly recalled the times she had described God’s creation as colorfully intense, with waters that seemed to be living and as fountains, or the crystal waters over which she had soared. I remembered how she had described the trees whose deep green branches extended into the sky in open worship. She would often encounter a black as black can be huge raging bull, which would pursue her, and as soon as she called out, a Shepherd would appear and rescue her. Other times, a mighty Lion would roar. She told me that the secret was to “call out”, and she would get so frustrated in her dream, because she would not call out, until the last moment. Sound familiar?
How about the time, she perceived evil (in the form of men), pursuing her, and she lifted her feet, and fluttered her toes, and she flew over the dark valley, and the twisted winding road below. She soared higher and higher until she arrived at a beautiful garden where an elegant table was set for many. I recognized Psalm 23.
There was another time she described how she was flying under the wings of a huge eagle, whose wing span stretched across the heavens. Suddenly a huge hand covered her fluttering toes, so she would not hurt them against the stony mountains. She finally arrived safely to a fortress high above the clouds. The Lord showed me this was Psalm 91.
As I watched her, and recalled other descriptions she had shared, I began to recognize the tree from Psalm 1, and then from Psalm 3 the time she was in a battle, but covered with a shield, and was so tired that she lay down to rest in the middle of the battle, and then got up again refreshed without being harmed. I remembered now, how she had dodged the arrows in Psalm 11 and flown straight up to the face of God. She tiptoed her way through Psalm 57.
I cried with a humble heart, realizing now the preciousness of what my mother had so often shared, and I had taken so lightly, even dismissed as a fanciful dream. As I contemplated my mother who was sleeping soundly, I looked over her pain racked body, and those legs and feet which require assistance and the use of a walker, and sometimes a wheelchair, those arms which she has trouble extending or holding up for long, and the fingers slightly bent with arthritis. I had to praise the Lord, because He was allowing her in her dreams to “leap upon high places” with “hinds feet” (Psalm 18) and “soar” under the “wing” of the Almighty while singing (Psalm 63). All things are possible in her dreams, and she regains the strength in her limbs.
How many things have I missed by not stopping to observe and to listen? My mother’s dreams testify of the love of her Lord. Her night prayers turn into songs that elevate her spirit before the throne of God.
The Lord granted me the privilege to observe. As I worship, the following song leaps into my mind, and I share it with you, as ‘a witness in the silence.” As a side note, as I sit down to write this post, my mother’s hands are extended out as if in worship, and her toes are still fluttering. I wonder which divine place she is visiting tonight? Sweet dreams, mom.
Testify to Love from worshipgod2008
Testify To Love Lyrics
All the colors of the rainbow
All of voices of the wind
Every dream that reaches out
That reaches out to find where love begins
Every word of every story
Every star in every sky
Every corner of creation lives to testify
For as long as I shall live
I will testify to love
I’ll be a witness in the silences when words are not enough
With every breath I take I will give thanks to God above
For as long as I shall live
I will testify to love
From the mountains to the valleys
From the rivers to the sea
Every hand that reaches out
Every hand that reaches out to offer peace
Every simple act of mercy
Every step to kingdom come
All the Hope in every heart will speak what love has done.
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