I work as a driving instructor four days a week, Monday through Thursday. My schedule for those four days is a morning drive, a late afternoon drive, and an evening drive. Between the morning drive and the afternoon drive, I have a span of about four hours. I usually take a nap before going to the later drives. Wednesday’s nap ended with a dream I’d like to share.
When I’m alone in the house and it’s quiet, I like to take my nap in the recliner. I got my warm comforter, set the alarm on my phone, and away I went to dream land. This was my dream.
The night was dark and gloomy. Misty patches of fog made visibility minimal. I was riding my bicycle along the path at the top of a very high cliff. At the bottom of the cliff I knew lay a rocky beach and the dark ocean. Riding down a short incline, I remembered that the path came very close to the edge of the cliff at one point. I could only see a few feet in front of me, so I slid my bike to a stop to get my bearings.
In a slow motion split second, while I was dismounting my bike, I realized my mistake. I was over the edge. In the resolve that instantly came, in the face of no other option, I began to fall. I cried out this chant, “Help me Lord Jesus.” All during my descent, I repeated those words. I awoke just before the thud at the end.
I have had Falling dreams in the past, but they are rare. This one was unlike any other. The others were all in broad daylight, and accompanied with extreme fear. In this dream I felt no fear. I just had an intense realization that in no other name was there hope for survival.
When I awoke, it took only a few minutes of contemplation to see a message in this dream. In our lives, we’ve made mistakes; and we are falling toward sure death. There is no hope for survival except in Jesus. Help me, Lord Jesus.