Dreams

I thought that I'd take a moment and record a few dreams that I've had lately. My anxiety level has been high regarding our the situation with our home. I suppose these are the trials that we need to go through and I'm trying to do everything in my power to overcome them. At times I may be running to too hard and relying less on the Lord. I know he is the only way I can overcome my problems. At the end of the day, I want the Lord to know I did everything according to my knowledge to help my situation. I find that personally he increases that knowledge and our problems seem to dissipate. Other times, things just seem to fall into place. Not without much struggle I might ad.

Starting the BOM over again and found this scripture particularly interesting given our current situation. 1 Nephi 7:12:

12 Yea, and how is it that ye have forgotten that the Lord is able to do all ^athings according to his will, for the children of men, if it so be that they exercise ^bfaith in him? Wherefore, let us be faithful to him.

That hit me as a direct answer to my prayers. I think it is our challenge to accept the Lords will even when I doesn't coincide with ours.

Anyway, the dreams. Not sure if I have a flare for the dramatic (Sydney sure does), or I just like to tell a story. But these dreams, one good and one bad, left my heart racing and wide eyed at about 3:30 in the morning.

A few weeks ago I had a dream that seemed very specific at the time, but now escapes my memory. It took place somewhere on a mission. It seemed like it was me against the world. I was trying to so hard to carry someone from one place to another. Suddenly three unseen powers knocked me down and started to taunt me. Everything I tried to do failed. I tried to fight, I tried to cast them out, I tried everything to protect me and this person. Sarah told me that I audibly yelled out in my sleep what at the time was a desperation plea for help. My thought was to laugh to change the spirit. This seemed to brighten everything around me and then I guess I was thrashing around in bed so much that woke myself up. The thought that kept running through my head was that on that specific night, evil forces were combining somewhere in the world. I felt specifically that somehow that meeting would affect me, some way, somehow. I hope I can be prepared and live to combat those assaults that may come against me.

Second, I had a specific dream that I was alive for the Second Coming. The dream was vague, we were with some friends of ours that were not of the same faith. We knew he was coming. I woke a little scared. I'm not prepared to meet my Savior yet. It frightened me. Scriptures in Alma 5 kept running through my head:

28 Behold, are ye stripped of ^apride? I say unto you, if ye are not ye are not prepared to meet God. Behold ye must prepare quickly; for the kingdom of heaven is soon at hand, and such an one hath not eternal life.

I hope that I can be prepared.