My friend Shelly had many spiritual gifts, among them, discernment and revelation. I had a strange dream once, that I was being pursued by something like a panther stalking the edges of my bed in the dark. The next morning, before I’d had the chance to share this story with Shelly, she called me to tell me that during her prayer time, she’d had a vision of something ominous pursuing me. In her dream, it was a large cat, a Panther or something of the like. If confirmation comes in three’s, then that very same morning when my daughter, who was just 5 at the time, came into my room and told me that she’d had a bad dream about a panther in the house, I knew what I’d experienced had been more than a dream.
I’m not feeling all that pithy these days. My thoughts are a ball of yarn rolling across the floor, messy and without a clear shot of where the string will end. My dreams have been hyper-vivid, like technicolor fever dreams, full of nonsense in one nanosecond, and then, like lightning, a fragment of shocking clarity. I feel like a soldier barring the gate though. There’s a dark undercurrent to the twists and bends that reminds me that we live between two realms.
Keep reading with a 7-day free trial
Subscribe to Stories Along The Way from Kris Camealy to keep reading this post and get 7 days of free access to the full post archives.