Do you believe in premonitions? I don't think I believe in ESP or communicating with the dead (although there are examples of it in scripture, so I suppose I shouldn't be quite so skeptic), but I do think that people have premonitions from time to time. Before I tell you my recent one, let me relay a couple of stories from friends.
When my mom was young, she had a dream that a relative, who lived far away and was known to be in fine health, died. Then a few days later, that very relative died in the same manner she'd dreamed. (I'm fuzzy on the details, but I think it may have been a heart attack.)
My friend, Peggy's grandmother was in poor health and they knew that she would probably pass on soon, but weeks went by and they just didn't know when it would happen. Then one night Peggy woke up in the night crying, and her mom came in to comfort her. They found out the next morning that her grandmother had passed on about the same time that Peggy had woken up.
I've mentioned this before, but Grandma Sue called me the morning we found out we were pregnant with Goo and asked if I was pregnant. We had decided not to tell anyone, so I lied (sorry Gma!) and said I wasn't. But I was left thinking, "How did she know!?"
I've also heard numerous stories of friends who had it on their heart to call someone, and when they did it turned out that the friend had just received bad news or was in the middle of a crisis, and a phone call was just what they needed. In fact, I called Peggy one time out of the blue, and it turned out it was right after she'd received word of a relative's grave illness.
So before I make this post all about ME, let me tell you some great news. My friend, Ashli, had a baby! Ashli lived in the area for a little less than a year, and she and her husband moved down to Texas in August so that he could go to PA school. But Ashli is one of those people who charms everyone she meets, and you can't help but just love her to death because of her easy going attitude and sweet, caring spirit. So congratulations to Ashli and Tom on the birth of their sweet baby girl, Bethany. I know they will make fabulous parents.
Anyway, back to my story. On Tuesday morning around 1:45am I woke up and thought, "I need to pray for someone having a baby tonight." I wasn't exactly sure who, but since Ashli was almost a week overdue, and my cousin, Britni, was a day overdue, I figured it must be one of them. So I prayed for them specifically, for a while, and then went back to sleep. Well all night I kept having dreams about Ashli. The only one I remember specifically was that she had a baby boy and named him Marcus Aurelius (you know, like the Roman emperor?). So in the morning I figured it was probably Ashli who had her baby in the night, but I checked Facebook to see if either she or Britni had made an announcement.
Nothing.
So I messaged each of them and told them about my weird premonition that night. Britni messaged back and said that, sadly, it wasn't her, but there was no word from Ashli.
Finally, after a couple of hours, I checked Facebook again and on Ashli's wall were written a couple of notes of congratulations on becoming a mommy. She'd had little Bethany a couple of hours after I'd woken up praying for her. I was pretty impressed with myself an my psychic powers!
I'm not sure I'm quite ready to invest in a crystal ball, but isn't it funny how God puts things on our hearts sometimes? It's also funny when you actually see it come to fruition and recognize his working. It makes me think I should probably listen more carefully the rest of the time!
4 comments:
Thank you for listening to God talking to you. Sometimes that I the most difficult part. I am glad you actually did something (pray) instead of just thinking, "that was weird".
When my dad was a young coal miner, he had a dream (or vision) of his mom who had passed away telling him to stay home from work the next day. He did. And there was a mine collapse in the section where he would have been working. One more reason to always listen to your mother, even from the great beyond.
My grandparents visited us when I was in high school right before they moved to Reno, NV. When they left, I had this extremely sad feeling that I would never see my grandpa again, although he was healthy and had nothing wrong with him. 8 months later he died of a sudden heart attack-I never did get to see him! That one still freaks me out!
Thank you, thank you, thank you. I feel so blessed and humbled that not only our Almighty God inspired you to pray for me but that you stayed awake at 1:30 in the morning to actually pray. It was 3:30 our time and we were just trying to decide if we really needed to go to the hospital or not. Interestingly enough my brother also woke up about 4:30 our time and had the same urge to pray for me. Like I said, I am so humbled.
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