A few nights ago I had a dream. Some dreams I can remember and sometimes I do not remember anything at all. With this dream, I did not remember it right away. It was not until later in the day when I did and it was only one specific thing that was brought back to my memory and it was very clear. It was a vision of me picking up my purse, the one I carry with me everywhere, and as I picked it up the bottom of it tore and the content fell out through the bottom of it. That was it... In reality, my purse does actually have a slight tear at the seam on one side.
I believe that God speaks to us through our dreams and communicates by giving us visions in our dreams. I do not believe all dreams have a meaning or are a vision from God. Some dreams are our brain's way of processing information and we see some images play out as our brain sorts them out. However, God does use dreams to speak to us, especially is we acknowledge this and give the eyes of our heart over to God to fill. Dr. Virkler in his book "Hearing the Voice of God" says, "The first step is to believe in the value of living in the world of dreams and visions. We must see it as the language of the heart, a primary means that God wants to use to communicate with us." (p. 175) We see that happening in many occasions in the Bible.
In my heart I knew that the dream meant something, so I asked God to show me what He was trying to say to me. When I have dreams I ask God for the meaning and He gives me the insight on what the dream meant. I almost forgot about that small and seemingly 'insignificant' vision. What could that possibly mean - my purse bursting and everything falling out? I did not know, not until today...
This evening I receive an email from one of my brothers in Christ who is a missionary and who on occasion shares God's stories with me of how the Lord used him or someone he knows to share Christ and how yet another soul was brought into the Kingdom.
In his email he shared that this evening he was at a Birthday Party that his friend had for his son. He overheard the kids tell a story and was touched by it, so much so that as soon as he got home he typed it out and shared it with me. The story was entitled "The Parable of a Sowing Machine" and it is about a man who had a bag that had a tear which kept getting bigger and he kept loosing things out of the bag (you can find the full story below). It was when I read this story that the vision of my purse was brought back to mind. My friend closed the email with his thought of how the story spoke to him and in that moment I knew that the Lord was giving me the interpretation of the vision I saw in my dream. Here is what he said:
All the questions and answers I am seeking and the comfort that I am looking for to have me and my faith restored are in the 'sowing machine'. This spoke into the exact areas where I needed clarity at this time and God gave me the vision already orchestrating for the story to be told just at the right time! The awesome thing about God is that He already has been leading me to spending more time in the Word and in His presence...this is a confirmation of that and the fact that He is very much near, present and involved in every area of my life, every step of the way!
The Parable Of A Sowing Machine
A man once owned a travel bag that he took with him everywhere he went. One day he noticed a small tear on the seam of his bag. He taped it over, but before long the tape fell off and the tear grew larger.
The man continued to lose valuable things on his travels, until one day someone suggested that he use the sewing machine at home to repair the tear….
What a thought!!!!
He jumped up to do just that, but then laziness kept him from fixing this bag that was so important to his life.
The next trip he took the bag, but it continued to rip, and the tear grew larger and larger until out fell his shoes. Showing up for his appointment in his ragged travel shoes had made the client reject his offer and he returned home in disgrace. On his next trip, out fell his watch and his wallet. He was late for his appointment and lost a good sum of money.
At home once more, dejected and confused, he looked at his bag and wondered what to do. Then the thought came to him again, “Use the sewing machine!”
The next time a trip was due, he grabbed his bag once more. This time, however, it ripped before he was out the door, and dumped out all his goods—on the floor. He sat down in despair and began to moan. "What use is this bag? My service is ruined! How am I to continue? My life is over."
Just then a whisper once more entered his heart:
Get this thought through your head!
You can't continue with a tear in your life,
And patching it on your own just brings you more strife.
So use the sewing machine and sew up that tear,
While it is small and easy to repair.
One day it will grow and your service will blow
so fix it while you can, and be a smart man.
He jumped up and put his laziness aside,
And watched with joy as the machine started to glide.
With each stitch that was planted,
The tear recanted.
Soon his bag was repaired and He filled it up and ran down the stairs.
"Never again will I let such a thing ruin my life when I have the sewing machine."
And off to a successful visit he ran,