As I mentioned in my last post other people’s dreams are boring. So here is one more. I truly believe that God can speak to us in many ways. I guess He knows the only time I am still and my mouth is not running is when I am asleep. So I will share one more dream for you to enjoy/endure. It was 1990. I had just given birth four weeks earlier to my second child. I had a full time job that paid well, had great health insurance ( that was the main perk), and a three year old little boy. I was at the point of maternity leave where I could not make myself want to go back to work and leave these two little boys at day care. I worried about turning in my notice. I worried about our income being cut in half. I worried that when I returned to work at some date in the future that I would not have the ever increasing technology skills needed to re-enter the job market at the same level. I was...

Other people’s dreams are so boring. So let me tell you about mine. I truly believe that God can speak to us in dreams. I read once that if the dream is one that is as vivid to you days, months, years later it was probably a message from God. This particular dream happened 20 years ago. My youngest was a baby. I was mired in the drudgery that is the life of a stay at home mom. I felt like I had no purpose in life. Who am I? Why am I here? What is my purpose? One night I had a dream. .In the dream I was in turmoil about all of the above. An angel appeared. The angel appeared as a floaty, light filled, peaceful being and I willingly touched her garment and I began to float until we reached a door. This was a rough hewn door with big, black, crudely designed latches and hinges. On the door was a handmade wire hanger with a long robe made of a rough flax/linen type fabric. I immediately...

My life changed in November 2003. My mother was diagnosed with lung cancer. The news was a blow to her and all of us who loved her. She was in shock.  She just shut down. She told me that she wanted me to find an oncologist for her and make her an appointment. So I did what I usually do in an impossible situation. I prayed, Lord, please place someone in my path to show me the next right thing to do. It is such a simple prayer but gets right to the heart of the matter. God, tell me what to do next. Clarity came and I called my neighbor, a neurologist, and asked him to tell me who he thought was the best oncologist in our area. Then I asked another half dozen health professionals who were friends or acquaintances for their thoughts. The same two names kept coming up so I made appointments with each. We went to the first appointment. The doctor talked. I talked. My mother sat quietly. The...