Desperate

Last night I had a dream. I don't always remember my dreams, but this one was disturbing. So, here goes.

   My children and I were abducted by one of my past boyfriends. He was handsome and charming, and he had a plan. He wanted to remove us from my husband, so that we would become his family. At first, the children were scared and unsure of him. I kept trying to think of a way for us to escape and be reunited with Jay. Several days went by, in the dream, and the children began to warm up to this new "dad". He was taking them to amusement parks, and buying them anything they wanted. People would see us, and let us know what a wonderful father we had. Anytime this man wasn't around, I would remind my children who their father really was. I would tell that he loved them, that he missed them, that he wanted us back to be a family again.
    At one point, I was able to get away from this man. However, I didn't have the kids. I couldn't leave them. I knew that if I did I would never see them again, and that they would completely forget us. I couldn't allow that to happen. We were a family! We were what was real, not this man and his schemes. So, I went back to this deceiving man. For the sake of my children, I had to go back. I began to tell my children that this man was trying to steal us and destroy our family. While I was pleading desperately, I woke up.
   That's when I knew what this dream was about. It wasn't about me and an old boyfriend. It was a much older story than that. This was the story of my Father. He sent His Son to remind us that we are a family. The enemy is out to steal, kill, and destroy, and the Holy Spirit is desperately trying to remind us that the enemy is not our father. Our Father loves us, misses us and wants us to be His again! He wants a relationship with us. He wants to hold us, talk to us, listen to us, and be with Him forever.