So, I'm laying there dreaming something about a shooting (maybe I watched CSI before bed) and, just out of the blue, my eyes flip open. What is going on?
I listen. The house is quiet, everyone still sleeping. The dogs aren't barking, so nothing outside disturbed me. Then, the haze starts to clear and I feel an urgent need to talk with the Lord.
I have learned that when this happens, I need to follow through. Maybe one of my children is in trouble. Maybe a friend is in desperation. Whatever it is, I ask the Lord to take care of the situation as he alone knows what is best.
Reading my Bible, I find a verse talking about how things that come upon us were planned beforehand. Such comfort. God knows how and why and when something will happen. He knows how I will react. He loves me so much that He goes through it with me.
After calling out my children, my family and friends, and those that come to my heart, I get off my knees. Peace. Just peace. I wasn't afraid or upset, even when I first woke up. But now, the aftermath is just peace.
Thank you, Lord, for peace.