More Than A Dream

One night, when I was eight years old I had a dream. I continued to have the same dream, in every detail, for the next thirty years. When the dream begins it’s night, and our entire family is gathered at my great aunt’s house. My aunt, my mother, both my grandmothers and my two sisters at the time, were all in the kitchen, preparing supper. My two grandpas, who had both died years earlier, were also there, sitting in the living room, watching T.V. with my dad, and my great uncle. They were all very focused on what they were watching, not saying a word. 

I was in the living room with the men. I was walking around, watching them, but they didn’t seem to notice me at all like I wasn’t even there. I sensed something was wrong, so I walked into the kitchen where the women were. They were all talking, and laughing as they prepared the food. I looked at each of them for a minute. I could see by their laughter and smiles that they were all so happy.

As I continued to look around, I caught a glimpse of something moving outside the window. As I slowly moved around the end of the table to where I could get a better look, I saw an alien looking in. I didn’t want to scare the women, so I slowly turned and left the kitchen. I went back to the living room to tell the men about it, but they were all gone, and the T.V. was off. 

At that moment I heard a noise at the door. The dead bolt started to vibrate. Then it slowly slid back. As the door slowly opened, I saw a long set of gold colored stairs coming down from the sky, with three aliens slowly walking down them. The one in the middle was taller than the other two. When they finally reached the threshold and stepped inside the house, they started moving around very quickly. One of them grabbed one of my sisters and placed a large band-aid on her face. Another grabbed me from behind and stuck the same kind of band-aid on my face. Then, with a quick jerk, the alien pulled the band-aid off my face, and everything went black. The dream always ended there.

For more than thirty years that dream haunted me. Not every night, but often. I always wondered why it kept returning time and time again. I was sure it meant something, but I couldn’t figure out what. If I were like some people who believe in little, green aliens, I might have concluded that we had been abducted by them. But I believe in God, and I know he has all the answers, and I talked to him about it, on several occasions, but I had never gotten an answer.

One morning I woke up at the end of the dream. As I lay there in bed thinking about it, I asked God again to show me what the dream meant, and this time he did. For the first time in thirty years, it was clear. I really can’t put it into words but he revealed the whole thing all at once. Like opening a door, or pulling back a curtain. I just knew instantly. I was amazed as I recalled the dream and went through it step by step. Here’s what God revealed to me.

The Missing Men
The Men didn’t notice me because they never really knew me. My Grandmother had raised me and one of my sisters from the time I was three, and she was two. My grandpa on my mother’s side had died before I was born and I only saw my grandpa on my dad’s side three times in my whole life; once when I was very young, once when he was in bed, sick, before he died, and the last time was at his wake after he died. I never saw my dad enough to get to know him until I was twelve, and my uncle had married my aunt after the dream started. So, there had been no men in my life up to this point.

The Aliens
Right around the time I turned eight years old, my mom and dad separated again, and she came to stay with us. By that time she had another child who was five years old. My mother left her with us for a few days, and someone reported this to the Welfare office, which is now known as the Department of Human Services (DHS). Two female social workers and a male police officer came, and forcibly, took all three of us and put us in foster homes. They were the three aliens in my dream.

The Band-aids
Putting the band-aids on us, and ripping them off, represented the fact that they tried to help fix our situation, but ended up making things worse. We were put into foster care for a while, and some bad things happened there. Our grandmother went to court and got full custody of all three of us, and she raised us to adulthood. Many years have passed since then, but we have not yet fully recovered from the whole situation. God is working on it, and fixing one thing at a time, as we allow him to. In 2 Timothy 1:7 the Bible says,

7 For God hath not given us the spirit of fear; but of
power, and of love, and of a sound mind.
(2 Timothy 1:7)

This is what God has done, and is doing in our lives. Restoring all that Satan took from us, and replacing the spirit of fear with the spirit of power, and love, and sound minds. What an amazing God we serve.

Here’s another amazing thing. After he revealed those things to me that morning, I have never had that dream again, and I no longer have nightmares like I did before. Many of the fears I lived with for years have vanished now. It’s amazing to see God working to heal, and restore. I pray that you will trust God, and ask him to work in your life to heal and restore whatever is broken. He will help you with your inner struggles, whatever they may be. He will put all the pieces back into the right places, and get you back on the right road, and he’ll help you to keep moving in the right direction.

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© 2016 Teddy Lynn – All Rights Reserved

Excerpt taken from the book “The Journey To Heaven
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Previously published as a short story called The Dream That Haunted Me For Thirty Years © 2014


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Because He First Loved Us

When I was 12 years old we had a week of revival services at our church. The visiting preacher was Brother Gann. I listened intently night after night. Back then, I read the Bible SOME, but I didn’t really have a close relationship with God.

I listened to the radio and my tape collection, watched T.V. and played outside with my sisters when we weren’t in school. That was basically my life at the time. I didn’t really make much time for God.

So, close to the end of the week of meetings, Brother Gann took me aside and talked to me about salvation. He prayed with me and asked if I felt like God had done anything for me. I was a very shy kid and I hated confrontation. I always tried to tell people what I thought they wanted to hear so everything would go as smooth as possible and be over as quickly as possible.

I didn’t feel any different. I didn’t feel like God had done anything for me, but just to be done and get out of there as fast as possible, I said, “I think so.” I was baptized, with several other people, that Sunday night and became a member of the church. As I stood there in the front of the church with my heart pounding and my hair still wet, the congregation all came by to welcome the new members into the family with hugs and handshakes. But, nothing had really changed for me. I was no more saved than I had been a week earlier.

Four years later I was farther away from God than I had ever been. Oh, I still prayed, when I needed something or when I was afraid, but, I had stopped reading the Bible and I was no longer going to church. I was drinking and doing drugs and all the bad things that come with that lifestyle. I was still lost. I didn’t know Jesus at all.

I knew myself though. I knew I was lost. I knew what I was doing was wrong and I hated myself for it. I hated who I was, and what I was. I was miserable inside. I hated everything about myself. Everything I did and thought. I tried to do good and be a good person but, no matter how hard I tried it wasn’t enough. I was still the same miserable person inside.

Then, when I was 19, I started going back to church. Not the church where I was baptized seven years earlier though. I was ashamed to face those people because many of them knew what kind of life I had been living and I was afraid of what they might say to me.

In my new church, I began to learn more about God and what he expects from us. I was reading and studying the Bible again. That’s when I met Jesus. After I got to know him through the word and prayer, I thought, If he loves me so much that he would come to earth and suffer and die in my place just so I would have a chance to become part of His family and be with him forever, I should accept him as Lord of my life, and serve him.

I realized what a loving God he truly is and just how much he truly loves me. Me! The one person in the world who I knew everything about. The most vile sinner alive. But God still loved me. Wow! Realizing that was so amazing. There are just no words to describe it. At that point, I began to understand why Christians love him so much and how they could still serve him even when things are not perfect in their lives. I saw why Peter, Paul and the other early Christians and reformers were willing to die rather than denounce Jesus.

The awesome love that our creator has for us is beyond words. Even though we are such sinners and reject him time and time again, he still loves us. When we come to understand that love he has for us, it causes us to love him. When we truly realize how wretched we are and how vile and sinful we truly are in God’s sight, and then to see the depth of love that he has for us anyway, it is so awesome.

That’s why I love him. That’s why I serve him. That’s why I want others to know him. He is such a great God and he wants to be with us. God is real. Heaven is real. People who don’t believe in God have no idea what they are missing, and there’s no way they can understand why we love him.

We love him because he first loved us. (1 John 4:19)
Jesus said,If you love me keep my commandments.” (John 14:15)

That’s all I want to do. Love God and keep his commandments.

That’s the main differences between Christians and Non-Christians. They don’t love God so, naturally, they don’t want to obey him. God is LOVE, and spending time with him and getting to know him, puts love in our hearts for others.

That’s how Christians can love people who others might not. Those who have committed horrible, sinful acts. Those who society have labeled as worthless, or a lost cause. It’s not just because we know how bad THEY are or what they have been through. It’s that we know how bad WE are, but God still loves us. I like to think of it as seeing them through God’s eyes.

If we are honest with ourselves, we will not judge others. If we truly see how sinful we are we will realize that another person’s sins are no worse than our own. One sin is no different than another in God’s eyes. Sin is sin. That doesn’t mean it’s okay to sin though. We just need to understand that we would still be out there, lost and living a life of sin, if it wasn’t for the grace of God.

So, do you know Jesus? If not, get to know him. He IS real. If you don’t believe, ask him to show you. If you are sincere, he will reveal himself to you. Don’t be afraid. He loves you and he died for you. The least you could do is say “Thank you.”

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