Revelation

I had a dream a week or two back. In the dream I was in a home that I knew was mine, but in real life I've never seen before. I walked into my bedroom and found a large translucent orange and pink striped rattle snake. I was so scared of it, I ran downstairs to alert Tony about the invader. It was odd that when I told him about the snake, I was not screaming scared as I would be in real life. I calmly explained to him that there is a very large rattle snake in our bedroom. It was as though I was more frustrated than scared to do anything about it. I remember distinctly that it was as though the snake was tormenting me by its very presence. Tony went upstairs to the bedroom, took the snake by the tail and the neck, and tried to ax through its neck. The snake never resisted or lashed out, but simply allowed Tony to try to kill it. No matter how hard Tony tried, he simply could not kill the snake. The very skin of the snake defied physics and would not break. Finally Tony gave up, realized that this snake apparently could not be killed. We were resigned to have to deal with this snake in our bedroom for a while longer.

(At this point, I need to mention that my father died when I was three years old. He had drug and alcohol problems before I was born but was a devoted and loving father to me until he died.)

When Tony and I came back downstairs, my father and one of his friends (whose face was blurred out so I couldn't see it) we in the hall to visit us. I remember casually speaking to him, as though we were friends from long ago just catching up. I didn't really dwell on the fact that my dead father was visiting me with one of his buddies. Finally I mentioned to him about our snake problem upstairs in the bedroom. All he said was simply, "Oh, I can fix that for you."

That was pretty much it, though I didn't see him kill the snake, I knew that he could and I was relieved it would be handled.


It wasn't until I was telling Tony about my dream the next day that I realized it was more than just a really odd dream. As I was recalling and describing the events of the dream to Tony, I realized that my father looked just like Jesus...he was Jesus.

Not only did the affection I had for my father in that dream as his long lost daughter translate to an affection/relationship I should have with Jesus...but it also let me know that the problems in our lives are being handled. All we had to do was ask and he can, will, and wants to take care of it--no problem.

It's not often we think of Jesus as the father figure, but when we go into the relationship with that mindset, He becomes more real. It makes you want to seek Him out even more.