A Dream of Mine

“‘In the last days, God says, I will pour out my Spirit on all people. Your sons and daughters will prophesy, your young men will see visions, your old men will dream dreams.” (Acts 2:17)

Dreams and visions come up in conversations on faith from time to time. There was a time I didn’t really share much on my own experiences with others, because I didn’t want others to think that dreams are an essential base of salvation.

However, I have changed my mind. I enjoyed hearing from others and it seemed like people who knew about my dreams had enjoyed my sharing. People love testimonies with the “supernatural” bits. As for me, I have had two “divine” dreams as far as I know. They have impacted my life greatly and are very different in nature. I’ll share my first one with you:

I don’t remember if it was the last or second last year of my kindergarten life. That one day, my class teacher shared with us the story of Jesus dying on the cross. At that moment, I believed. I mean, I didn’t even know “I believed”. I just thought, wow, this Jesus is so great. His love is so great.

I remember even before that, I had read the Bible for a bit without knowing it’s the Bible. I used to go to my dad’s office after school everyday to kill time. There’s nothing much to do in my dad’s office. A classic Windows-95 PC with a game like the grey minesweeper. A type-writer and I wasted a lot of A4-size paper. A bunch of books on topics like economics and philosophy, and the Bible. In the end, I found only the Bible was “readable”. (But it’s not really that “readable” for a girl at that age – I remember the first thing I read was Paul’s addressing women’s head-covering. A bizarre passage that made me think maybe I should never cut my hair …)

Anyways, so I believed, and I had my mom buy me my own children’s devotional Bible (my non-believing mom at that time thought it’s just another colorful children’s storybook). A day or a few later, I had this most incredible dream in my life. It has since remained in my memory without any fading away. I don’t really know the best way to describe it in human terms. I’ll just throw a bunch of words here. It was so glorious, with lots of light and gold color. But not the kind of gold that makes you sick, but rather, warm. All the shining color was radiating from and through the Lord Jesus Christ (who did look like how most people portray him today in paintings). He was embracing many kids, in which I was one of them, with open arms. There’s only pure love and joy and nothing else.

It’s like a mark that confirmed the beginning of my faith. It’s nothing like any other dream that I have had in my entire life, and I am beyond 500% sure it was of and from the Lord. It was of another realm.

Until today I trembled in amazement whenever I recalled this dream.

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