The morning before my husband, Jesse, proposed, I was awoken by a startling dream. In the dream, I stood on a riverbank with raging waters flowing past me. A large, scary wolf stood on the opposite bank, snarling and frustrated that it could not cross the river to get to me. Just as Moses’s face shone after spending time in the presence of God, my mind glowed with the supernatural. I knew the dream held a message for me in it. Since I had no major plans for the day (at least that I knew of), I sat in my light-filled breakfast nook, clutching my coffee mug with an unsettled mind bent on prayer. I couldn’t grasp the significance of the dream. Continue reading
