Day 184
I have a dear friend, Katie Schwartz. She comes through the doors and allows me to continue on with my activities while she blends in sharing, helping, laughing, eating, and just having fun with all of us. We love her dearly. She has always had a gleam, a mischievous sense about her, this always pulls me close. She is a dreamer and I have listened to many of her dreams. But this one goes deep into the recesses of my spirit and lifts me high!
This dream is for you as well. With so much unrest all around it is easy to fear. This dream addresses the fear. Read on, it will be hard for you not to be blessed. I so wish she had something daily I could read. For now I will take this.
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Katie Schwartz's dream on July 6, 2015
I was in a field in Morgantown. The sky was bright blue without a hint of reason to believe that it would be anything but the loveliest of evenings. I was sitting in the field with a friend from church and we were deep in conversation about faith and community. This conversation was of the utmost importance at the time but as we talked the sky became darker and darker. In what seemed like a few seconds, the sky was black. Clouds had taken over the sky and masked the blue beauty that was there just moments before. Suddenly the wind hit my back. I felt it shifting around me but had the sense that it’s only desire was to move through me and it seemed to get frustrated by the object that stood in it’s path. We knew that we were in trouble.
We started to run for shelter as I watched the clouds begin to swirl and heard the rage of the storm that was brewing. I watched the funnel form before me, which pushed me into running as fast as my legs could carry me. The people in every house we ran to turned us away….there was no shelter for us to take as the funnel hit the ground and began it’s path of destruction. I ran through the fields but knew that the funnel would eventually overtake me.
A peace came over me as I realized that I had nothing to fear with this tornado that was before me. I told Papa, “That conversation was needed, so protect me in these moments.” The tunnel of wind and clouds and rage roared at me. I felt the wind but no terror. The funnel moved through me as if I didn’t exist. I continued to run but was quickly overcome by the funnel yet again. This time it picked me up into it’s vortex but instead of being thrown down, my body came to a sudden stop right before I would have hit the ground. I found myself being laid gently onto the grass below me when I surely should have been injured by the fall.
I ran to the Burkholder’s because I knew that I would find shelter there. As I ran into the backyard I saw Lynne in the backyard. No one else was in sight. She was holding up her phone towards the sky, taking pictures of the funnel that was raging towards her. Perhaps, I should have panicked. Perhaps I should have yelled a warning but there was no possibly way that she didn’t see the beast that was about to take her.
Instead of running, she continued to stand there and take pictures. The tornado had destroyed everything around it. There was only destruction and chaos in it’s wake and yet, Lynne continued to take pictures. In that moment, I realized that she had the same belief of protection that I did and that she would essentially tell God the same thing I did, “These pictures are important, so protect me in these moments.”
The tornado thundered towards her, I watched as it sucked her into its grasp and spun her around and around. Suddenly she came flying to the ground at a speed that we humans are not intended to reach by free falling. As quickly as she was moving towards the ground, her body abruptly came to a halt, as mine had, before she plopped onto the earth below her. The house was untouched, the family was safe, and the garden was still as beautiful as ever. The rest of the town…well, that’s another story.
Written by Katie Schwartz July 6, 2015
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That's all she dreamed.
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