In the summer of 1977, three women experienced first hand how God speaks to us through dreams…
It was an inspirational time for me, my mother and my sister-in-law; Barbara. We all three had a very special gift from God given to us, through a dream; Barbara had. How special was that dream? Well, I will always believe her dream saved our lives.
Barbara and I lived in West Texas, in the town of Odessa. We had grown closer, since Dale, my husband and I had moved there from Fort Worth three years earlier. For me, it was quite a change and an adjustment. I had left family and friends; home behind.
I was missing my Mom and Dad and wanting to come home for a week. My sister-in-law agreed to come with me, so that I would not have to make the trip alone. She too, needed to get away. When we arrived, Mom made us both feel very welcome. We made plans to shop, have a picnic and just relax together.
The first few nights were uneventful. It was during the middle of the week that we learned how very protective and loving God is toward his children. He speaks to us in visions and dreams, especially if it in His plan and purpose for our lives.
As I recall, we had gone to bed around 10:30 p.m. because the next day the three of us were going shopping and on a picnic. In the wee hours of the morning, the night before our day, Barbara woke me up. She was obviously frightened and the fear was in her eyes.
I immediately asked her, “What is wrong? Are you okay?”
Time seem to drag on endlessly. She was having trouble trying to explain to me, why it was that she was awaked so suddenly at around two in the morning.
“Debbie, I just had a terrible nightmare,” she finally got it out. I was still half a sleep, when she began to explain what her dream was about.
She continued, “I don’t know where we were or even what we were doing, but I saw this man; he had a gun and well, he shot us. He shot us all through the head! I’ve been lying here, thinking if I should wake you up or not, for a while. It was so real. My heart is still racing and I am still so afraid.”
Suddenly, I was startled into full consciousness. Hanging on her every word, I was actually beginning to feel, really feel her fear. Of course, I wanted to calm her, reassure her.
So, I said, “Barbara, it will be al right. It was just a dream. Everything is fine. Don’t be afraid.”
Thinking that my words would bring her to a place of peace, so that we both could go back to sleep, but to my surprise, she had much more to say.
“Debbie, struggling to get out the question, she wanted to ask. Where is your Dad? Why isn’t he home yet? It is so late.”
I didn’t really understand at first, why she asked me that question. I knew, though she did not, that Daddy worked very late in the night frequently. He had his own television repair business and he would stay two or three nights a week, to catch up on his work. It was not at all unusual for him.
It was then that I said, “Why are you asking about my Dad? What does he have to do with your dream?”
The words that came out of her mouth shocked me. She somehow, wondered if perhaps because of stress or deep troubles my Dad might come home and hurt us. It was clear; she was trying to make some sense of the dream.
“Would you go and call him, please? Just go call him, now’, she pleaded with me. Make sure that he is okay and will be home soon.”
Up until that moment, I felt no fear, but all of the sudden I felt this great heaviness in my chest. My heart was starting to pound. Her fear had come and rested firmly on me.
My mind had begun to race and think the most horrible thoughts. Questions that never would have occurred to me otherwise came flooding in. Could Daddy be under such stress that he might break under the pressure, come home and physically harm us with a gun?
When I got out of the bed and headed toward the phone in the kitchen, my legs felt so heavy. I was paralyzed with great fear. I was afraid of my own dad and yet, I went down the hall toward the kitchen, picked up the phone and began to dial. It rang several times before Daddy picked up.
“Hello,” he said.
“Daddy, it’s me. I just wanted to call and make sure you were coming home soon. It’s late. We were all worried, never mentioning the dream. Are you okay?”
He then explained, “I am finishing up now for the night. I will be home soon. Go back to bed and don’t worry.”
As I returned, to the bedroom Barbara and I were sharing for the week; I thought of how hard my Dad worked for me and Mom, over the years. There was a tranquility that came over me.
When I walked through the bedroom door, Barbara was waiting anxiously for what I would say. I knew I had to reassure her.
“He is fine and will be home soon. Not to worry. Try to relax and get some sleep.”
We both rolled over and tried to relax and close our eyes. Somehow we both new it wasn’t over yet. I didn’t sleep and I know she didn’t either.
An hour must have passed before I heard his key in the front door. The fear returned; even stronger than before.
I knew I had to step out in faith and just go to him, but it very difficult to fight off the fear. It was a battle! I was experiencing true spiritual warfare!
By the strength and power of the Holy Spirit, I was able to get up and go toward him. We met in the hallway. I wrapped my arms around him.
“Daddy, I love you, the words came quickly. I am so glad you are home.”
It was now going on 3:30 in the morning, but he was home and I felt my body relax. I just hoped Barbara could do the same…
Morning came quickly. We got up around 9:00 and had breakfast with Mom. Barbara and I never said a word to her about the dream and the difficult night we had gone through. When she would leave the room, we would look at each other, wondering what it all must have meant.
Daddy was up too and getting ready to leave for work. He got by on around four hours of sleep. I still, to this day, don’t know how he did that for so many years. He went to be with the Lord in November 1990. He never knew about the dream, as far as I know.
After breakfast, we all showered and dressed. We took the time to pack our picnic with all the trimmings: sandwiches, chips, fruit, iced tea, napkins and a tablecloth. We had all the things needed to make for a great day and good lunch.
Our day’s plan included going to a Goodwill Thrift Store in Fort Worth; not far from “Trail Driver’s Park” in an older section of Fort Worth. Mom was very cheery and obviously enjoying the morning. She loved shopping at thrift stores before it was as vogue as it is today. Barbara and I were unusually quiet. I don’t even think Mom noticed we were not ourselves.
We took Barbara’s car that morning. I drove. Of course, we spent a long time in the Goodwill store, just looking. Funny, I can’t remember for the life of me what any of the three of us bought that day. Barbara and I may not have bought a thing. We were in some ways forgetting about the dream, simply because we were doing something to occupy our thoughts.
It was mid-afternoon when we finally decided to have our picnic. Upon approaching the park, I did noticed that it was empty; not a soul in sight. I drove on, toward the very backside of the park, where most of the best tables and shade were. It was very isolated and could not be seen from the main street.
The perfect spot was under a very big shade tree, near the creek. We got out and immediately began unloading our picnic, each of us carrying something.
Mom was talking a mile a minute. Barbara said very little. As for me, I was still a little quiet, compared to my usual manner and I think Mom was beginning to notice; something was on my mind. She didn’t ask though.
Mom and Barbara sat on the opposite side of the picnic table from me, with their backs to the creek. From my vantage point, you could see the creek and the very open area behind it; a sunny hill covered with grass. The view was pleasant and it gave a sense of serenity.
You could see clearly everything all around the hill.
Once everything was on the table, Mom led the blessing. We started eating and just enjoying the beautiful, sunny day. Mom was having such a good time. As for Barbara and me; we were trying to enjoy ourselves. We hadn’t been together on a picnic in a very long time.
It wasn’t long, before I happen to glance up the hill. It was then, I saw this young man. He was just kind of walking around, but I couldn’t tell exactly what he was doing all alone in that wide open area. It simply struck me as strange.
The three of us continued to eat, but I kept my eye on the young man, but said nothing to Barbara or Mom. Only a few minutes passed, when I looked up again and noticed the young man was looking down from the hill, right at us. He was just standing there; staring, as if he were in a trance. It disturbed me somewhat.
At that very moment, I noticed he had something in his hand. Up until then, I never really had associated the young man with Barbara’s dream. I couldn’t tell what it was, he held in his hand because he was just too far away. On, we went with our picnic lunch, but I couldn’t take my eyes off him.
After just standing and watching us for, it seemed the longest time, he started walking, slowly down the hill, coming closer toward us, with each step. Finally, I could see what it was that he held in his hand. It was a gun! I couldn’t believe my eyes.
For a brief moment, I didn’t know what to do. I knew it was important that I not panic Mom and Barbara, but something deep inside was telling me that we should calmly, but quickly gather up our picnic and leave.
The young man stayed his course for the most part, headed directly toward us. I think he finally realized that I had seen him because he quickly, started walking parallel with the creek toward the south so that he would be hidden by a cove of trees. Still, he was slowly getting closer to us. There was an element of fear settling over me. I sensed danger!
All at once, it came to me and I understood, for the first time, the meaning of Barbara’s dream. The man Barbara saw in her dream was, without a doubt; him!
He was the man with the gun who was going to shoot us all in the head! Then, in a vision, so real, I was seeing what was going on in his mind. It was just like watching a movie. His original reason for being there was simply to practice in an open area with his gun, but Satan had planted an evil thought in his mind, when he looked down and saw three women, isolated, alone in the park.
I can’t say whether his thoughts included robbery, rape, or murder, but I knew in my heart he was approaching us with intent to harm because I felt the presence of danger racing through my body.
Suddenly, I blurted out, “We need to leave, right now!”
I stood up and started gathering things from up off the picnic table. Barbara and Mom just looked at me, as if I had lost my mind.
I repeated, “We need to quickly grab our picnic, get in the car and get out of here, now!”
Mom started to get upset with me. She said, “What is wrong with you? Why do we have to leave? You have been acting strange all day long. I don't want to go!"
I looked her square in the eye and said, “Mom, I'll explain later, just please, oh please do what I ask.”
I had lost sight of him, but I knew he was near. He was maybe 35 yards away by this time, but behind us and hidden in the trees.
Barbara, all of the sudden seemed to understand and realize what was happening. I could tell from the look on her face, she was ready to get out of that park. She stood up and turned directly toward my mother.
“Robbie, let’s just do what Debbie says. Okay?” she asked.
All the time we were going toward the car, Mom was complaining and getting more and more upset with me. Bless her heart, she had no idea what was happening, but there was no time to explain.
We literally threw the picnic in the trunk and jumped in the car. In my mind, I could see what was supposed to happen next, had God not sent us a message in Barbara’s dream. We locked the doors and I took off; making a U-turn right in the middle of the road. I also felt so helpless. The back of our heads were to him and by now, he had to be close enough to shoot.
“Oh, dear God, I prayed. Please get us out of here safely. You gave Barbara the dream as a warning of imminent danger. Protect us now, Lord God. AMEN."
I drove out of that park as fast as I could. Till this very day, after some twenty-seven years, I have never been back to that park.
When we arrived safely back at Mom and Dad’s house, Barbara told Mom all about the dream and the night before, as soon as we settled down. We, each of us in tears, then prayed and thanked a loving God for making the three of us, a way of escape that day. We have never forgotten her dream.
'And in the last days it shall be, God declares, that I will pour out my Spirit upon all flesh, and your sons and your daughters shall prophesy, and your young men shall see visions, and your old men shall dream dreams;
1 He who dwells in the shelter of the Most High, who abides in the shadow of the Almighty, 2 will say to the LORD, "My refuge and my fortress; my God, in whom I trust." 3 For he will deliver you from the snare of the fowler and from the deadly pestilence; 4 he will cover you with his pinions, and under his wings you will find refuge; his faithfulness is a shield and buckler. 5 You will not fear the terror of the night, nor the arrow that flies by day, 6 nor the pestilence that stalks in darkness, nor the destruction that wastes at noonday. 7 A thousand may fall at your side, ten thousand at your right hand; but it will not come near you. 8 You will only look with your eyes and see the recompense of the wicked. 9 Because you have made the LORD your refuge, the Most High your habitation, 10 no evil shall befall you, no scourge come near your tent. 11 For he will give his angels charge of you to guard you in all your ways. 12 On their hands they will bear you up, lest you dash your foot against a stone. 13 You will tread on the lion and the adder, the young lion and the serpent you will trample under foot. 14 Because he cleaves to me in love, I will deliver him; I will protect him, because he knows my name. 15 When he calls to me, I will answer him; I will be with him in trouble, I will rescue him and honor him. 16 With long life I will satisfy him, and show him my salvation.