Tucking myself into bed, I found myself whispering her words. "Slow down. There are few emergencies."
The day had been too much for me, I had failed in so many ways, and tears were falling on my pillow as I tried to sleep. Ann's words kept coming back to me, and I found myself crying out to God, "Help me Lord. Help me slow down. There is no emergency. Help me relax."
Eyes getting heavy, the words still on my lips...
And then someone is tugging on my arm, pulling me out of bed. I am sure it's a child, but I just can't wake up... and then I see her. The mama of six, the farmer's wife, the one who writes daily words which touch my soul. She is trying to get me out of bed.
I rise, and she runs, and I run alongside her. I hear her whispering, and her whispers are prayers, and her prayers are for me.
And then we are no longer in my house, we are now at the beach. Still running, still praying. She is so fast, I can hardly keep up.
A wave is coming. An enormous wave, and I see ducks. The wave engulfs me and washes me out to see while she keeps running on the beach. Now I am swimming in the ocean, alongside the ducks.
The writer of beautiful words stops, sees me and pulls out of her pocket.... of course, a fishing pole. She casts her line, it hooks me, though without pain, and she reels me in.
Now I hear a voice, "I have to go pee pee." Can't find where it's coming from. "I have to go pee pee." My eyes open, and a precious two year old is standing by the side of my bed. As I take her potty, I am confused, thrilled, and a bit intrigued by my dream I just woke from. Oddly enough though, I am in such peace. No more sadness.
I wondered whether I would ever tell this dream. It was a bit strange. Then I saw this writing assignment at High Calling blogs, and read this beautiful post, and decided it was the perfect time to tell about not really meeting Ann Voskamp.