When I look back over my life of 52 years, one thing stands out the most. I’ve spent a good share of my life “living in fear.”
I lived in fear of an abusive husband finding me. In fear of judgment having run away, leaving my two children behind. And fear of what other’s thought about me. In other words “fear” consumed my thoughts and held me captive in darkness.
The grace of God has given me the ability to accept Jesus Christ as my savior. And over the course of years, the Word of God transformed my dysfunctional mind and given me a new life in Christ.
It was a cold winter morning in February of 2015. As dawn began to break, I woke up remembering an unusually vivid dream. The dream, so lifelike, as if I was standing in the dark cave watching.
In the center of the cave was a hole in the ground. And bricks were stacked around it about four feet in height. It appeared to be the opening of an old well.
To the right of the pit, a tall, dark figure stood in the shadows. And to the left stood a brick wall 3 or 4 feet in height. I stood in front of the hole, with eyes gazing at the tall, dark figure in the shadows.