A Different Kind of Dream

The first Sunday Tammy was in the hospital, our Worship Pastor quoted a verse that I realized was a gift from God. I am not going to share it with you just yet, but it was the basis of my prayers for her rest throughout her sedation, and even over the last few weeks. It spoke of God quieting her with His love. I wanted her to feel the presence of God, even in her sedation. Her reality was so scary, I didn't want her to have horrible dreams too. I prayed this verse. And when we knew they were going to take her out of sedation, I put the words on a poster on her wall that I made on the computer, along with two other posters with her Deut. verse and my Psalm 27 verse.

Well, last night, during the Stars game (which, by the way, was not so very impressive), she and I were "talking." She is learning to write with her left hand on a white board, because her right arm hurts so bad. She asked about different things like: "Are you paying my bills?" "What about work?" "Why did they put me on the vent?" "Am I already on the list?" So, I began telling her about how sick she was. I also began telling her about how the prayers of God's saints (you) had been constantly flowing, and how God answered our prayers by lowering her numbers one number at a time. I told her how God showed me Psalm 27, and how God had used that verse to get me through every stage of the process, trusting in the fact that He loves her more than I do, and that He would do the very best for her, whether I liked it or not.

I shared with her about the call to prayer, about how many of you came up to the hospital on the prompting of the Spirit of God, and about how that day was so encouraging to me. I told her about starting the blog because I couldn't keep up with who I told what and make sure that everyone knew what was going on. When I told her that there had been over 5000 hits on the blog, the tears that she had been holding back when I told her about the call to prayer began to spill. I told her I couldn't wait for her to read about all of the specific answers to prayer. It is going to blow her away.

Then she wrote, "I keep having a dream about a flower." I asked her what kind of flower and she wasn't sure, so we are going to do some searches. Then she said, "I hear singing and then the flower begins to bloom." I asked her how it made her feel. She said, "Good. Calm." I gulped, pointed to the wall to the poster decorated with a huge yellow flower (not the one from her dream) that had the verse on it I mentioned earlier. Now, I will share the verse I was talking about earlier:

The LORD your God is with you,
he is mighty to save.
He will take great delight in you,
he will quiet you with his love,
he will rejoice over you with singing. Zephaniah 3:17

We looked at each other. Her eyes got wide and she pointed at me and said, "That's it." It was my turn to cry. I never would have imagined that God would allow her to actually hear singing. I was so humbled that He let me in on how He was planning to love on her. It awes me at how specific that verse was answered, and that the verse was mentioned in a worship service, not in light of what was going on with her, but to encourage us. So now my tears of awe have turned to celebrating. He is the most amazing God. To Him be all the glory for all that He has done, all that He is doing, and all that He will do!

Oh, I almost forgot. Her pressure-assistance is down to 13%! Remember, we are praying for 5% and it started at 25%. Sorry about that, in light of our conversation, the number wasn't my focus today.