I was over reading Cindy Beall’s blog and she asked the question, “Do you dream?”. Not only do I dream, God speaks to me through my dreams. The past few days, I’ve been thinking about a dream I had several years ago right before I made a major decision in my life.
I was standing on the edge of this canyon. It reminded me of the Grand Canyon, only more desolate. (Yes, I know parts of the Grand Canyon are very desolate, but I’ve never visited that part). There was a bridge, a suspension bridge, connecting the two sides of the canyon. I could see a pastor I knew on one side. On that side, there seem to be trickles of water where the bridge connected to the side of the canyon. I knew I had to blow up the bridge. I really didn’t want to because on that side of the bridge was everything I was familiar with; everything I knew. I heard God speaking and He said, “Don’t worry, I rebuild bridges”. There was a activation devise…you know the kind with the handles on it that you push down on, like in the old Roadrunner cartoons. I took both hands and I pushed down. In one magnificent blast, the bridge blew up. As soon as it did, water started flowing in, faster and faster until the canyon was full; it became a lake.
Someone needs to know, that God rebuilds bridges. He is the repairer of the breach.