She sits up in bed, hand shooting towards her heart to stop its wild beating. A dream. She remembers the dream in vivid colour, as if it were still happening. Something within her stirs – a part of her soul long ago awakened – God is on the move again.
“Samuel!” she calls, jumping out of bed and yanking on boots and a coat, “We have to go – He’s on the move.”
The sleepy body of the man turns slowly at first, his waking mind trying to catch up with the significance of the words and then in stark contrast he too jumps from beneath the covers and pulls clothes on.
“Where are we going?” his voice has immediately lost its sleepiness and holds eagerness instead.
“To the canyon.” She barely turns to give him a reply and is already half way out the door, “We must hurry.”
He smiles, excited to hear what more God has in store for them. The journey He has them on seems absurd at times – like this, traipsing through a desert in the dark to a deserted canyon – but what revelations they have had, what miracles they’ve seen!
Their breathing is heavy, their footfalls persistent in the rocky terrain, they are moved forward by a soul-stirring they cannot deny.
“We’re close, Sam.” She whispers, her voice fills with awe.
“Yes, I can feel it.” He says, “His power – he’s going to reveal his power!”
They both stop at the same time, at the edge, looking out into the shadowed canyon. There are no sounds, the air barely moves. In the dark morning hours is seems strange that two pyjama-clad people would be standing here hand in hand but they do, waiting expectantly.
The world shimmers momentarily and then stops. They know that the sun should be peering over the distant horizon but it doesn’t. For long minutes they stand there in the dark, breathing in the stillness and then…
Suddenly it is as if they can hear what God hears – voice upon voice, lifting up unabashed praise. Every living and inanimate thing is glorifying God. Every shadow, every bird, every breath of wind…
The sky pulls away and they stare up at it in awe. God has pulled the secrets of space down towards them and they can see magnificent nebulas and galaxies and worm holes, existing solely to give Him glory. They can look no longer. Their faces are pressed against the desert floor, wet from their tears. They speak their tongues of praise, joining in with creation.
“I am.” God’s voice breathes through them until they are shivering, “I am, and I love you.”
They close their eyes against the warmth of His voice, soaking up the love that it carries.
She sits up in bed hand shooting towards her heart as if to stop its wild beating. A dream. She remembers the dream in vivid colour, as if it were still happening. Something within her stirs – a part of her soul long ago awakened…
Samuel sits next to her, his breathing ragged, eyes wide and moist.
“Samuel!” she cries, “I’ve had another dream…”
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