"'I'm afriad the ride will break,' I replied. The moment I said it, I knew it was a fear as flimsy as injury or death..." Photo by Kaylin Roback |
The dream opened with me in line behind a sea of blurry strangers, waiting to get on a roller coaster. I consciously noted the intensity of the dream's physical effects - the same gut flipping, lung collapsing anxiety I experience in the natural coursed through my body. I've felt such effects momentarily while dreaming, usually just before a fall wakes me up. This was different, though. I wasn't waking up, the dream had just started.
I took deep slow breaths. Tried to think about Jesus. Contemplated abandoning the line and skipping the ride. I couldn't move my legs for the fear that gripped me. Memory of roller coasters I've ridden in the past came streaming to me, as though a friend were showing home videos. I could almost feel the exhilarated joy as I stepped off each coaster. Every time, I wanted to go again. I was never disappointed I'd stuck it out and given the ride a go.
Physical anxiety brought me back into the present state of the dream, where I waited to board the coaster at hand. I'd been just as afraid and tempted to bail before every coaster before. Determined to experience the relief and thrill of the ride's end, I said aloud "I will get on the ride."
My mind was unwaveringly set. The thought of turning around no longer had any power. My veins pumped adrenaline throughout my body, I still felt terrified. Something, however, had changed. Something at the same time tangible and completely abstract.
A voice from somewhere outside myself, outside the ride's line, asked "What are you afraid of?"
I racked my mind. The immediate, and only fears I could think of were being hurt or killed. I brushed them aside like flys. I'll be healed or raised. And as long as the ride functions properly, neither were very possible. "I'm afraid the ride will break," I replied. The moment I said it, I knew it was a fear as flimsy as injury or death.
I began to discuss with myself and the voice whether my statement was true. Was I was actually afraid of the ride breaking? "I am a child of God," I concluded. "The ride will not break."
During the dream, this seemed a logical conclusion to a logical thought process. I think what essentially took me there was the realization that, if I trust my Dad, no fear except the fear of God himself was logical. And he wasn't causing my current terror. This wasn't "fear of God." This was an attack, rooted in a tiny chink in my armor created not by my mistrust of God, but by my unrealized and undeclared trust in Him. Once I realized I in fact trust my Dad, I also realized that my fear was lie.
Just as Jesus quieted the storm, my turning stomach immediately quieted. Calm washed over me. My body was relieved - every tensed muscle relaxed, the breath I held was released. The only thing left to do was get on the ride.
I am thoroughly sick of writing, thinking, and dreaming about my knee (See New Roads Part 1, and New Roads Part 2 if you don't know what I'm talking about). One of the reasons I haven't written in a while is every idea I've had seems to revolve around its damage. And I've determined that "No. No I will not write any more about my knee. Until its whole and I can write about the wonderful tingleys that occurred when it was healed."
Seems that Dad isn't done with the conversation, though. And I'm aching to write something that stirs up my spirit. I didn't realize the dream had anything to do with my stubborn, deaf knee, until just as I was stepping up to my seat, I woke myself up saying "This is how you need to approach healing your knee!"
When I woke up, saying that aloud, it made perfect sense. I fell back asleep certain I'd had quite the epiphany.
This was a month ago. My knee is still damaged. Even in my dreams, I'm hindered by it (talk about distorted self image). I've been meditating and Dad's been speaking on the subject ever since, though. Stay tuned for Part 2, where I'll explore what the frack "This is how you need to approach healing your knee!" means, anyway.
Three days ago I dreamt of a roller coaster ride. At first I didn't want to take the invitation from a man who was my father (^^), then it was a lame ride. When I complained he paid me a ticket for a really furious one on another roller coaster. There the dream ended and I still have to go on that one.
ReplyDeleteYes! I was hoping there would be some fellow dreamers who would share. Seems we both made a decision to trust and then act upon our trust. I heard Bill Johnson say "Faith needs activity" the other day and its had me thinking...
ReplyDeleteWe're being prepared for bigger and better rides! Woo!
Thanks for sharing :)
I've just read this post anew and found that the "This is how you need to approach healing your knee!" occurred when you needed to move to your seat with your sore knee. Even you haven't written something about the knee it's still the fact. So I conclude your act of trust is going to be hitting the next big ride with a still damaged knee and not waiting till it's completely healed. There's a good chance that this move will even heal your knee faster. Just my two cents... ;-)
ReplyDeleteGreat story. As Bill said - sometimes faith needs an action. Jesus told the paralytic to do something he physically could not do unless his body was first healed. His mind had the upper hand in the deal. Once his mind was convinced that his broken body would heal if he stood up - it was the only logical thing to do.
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