A Survivor's Dream

 

In the REM hours of sleep I am walking towards the top of some stairs where there is a toddler sized child at the bottom of the stairs struggling on the ground that had been severely beaten. A lady picked him up to help him and was told to put him down, she did. As I approached, I was horrified to see no one helping the baby.  They were smiling as they watched him struggle. I couldn’t take it anymore and was going to go pick him up. Then I noticed the lady standing beside me, it was Shanice, at this point it was just me and her. She didn’t look at me but kept watching the baby with a serene smile on her face, she lightly touched my arm and said no don’t pick him up. I couldn’t understand why but I didn’t go down the stairs and pick him up. As we stood there watching I imagined myself picking him up hugging him and taking him to the hospital, where he eventually died. Shanice and I were still standing there looking down at the struggling child…and I began to smile; then I woke up…

 

As I was opening my eyes, I could still see the struggling baby; becoming more awake I was wondering why I couldn’t help him, and why were we smiling at such a horrific sight. 

 

The answer came: that baby was cancer coming in the form of a child, a deception of the enemy so you would pick it up, love it and care for it. It was beaten up by the many men and women who have been in battle with it. If you had picked it up, embraced it, and helped it, you would become one of the many that didn’t bravely survive it. Because you didn’t embrace it…you will stand with the brave survivors. 

 

Now fully awake…I sit up and go WOW!! THANK YOU LORD!! 🙌🏽

 Nov 15, 2024 at 10:31AM 

 

 Nov 15, 2024 at 12:21PM