She saw the industrial machine’s arms moving up and down while her grandson was standing close by. For some reason he extended his right arm and it got caught in the machine.
The boy struggled and managed to free himself but blood poured from a gaping hole in his arm.
“This is terrible!” Bell exclaimed. Then she suddenly realised she had been dreaming. A sigh of relieve escaped from her mouth.
It was too early to get up and she decided to turn back in again but the dream kept on bugging her. “I’ll dream again and change the whole story,” she thought.
While a new version of her dream started to take place in her mind, she heard Jesus say, “I am glad you are able to change that dream, Bell. Do you realise that nothing in your life is a mystery to Me?”
“Yes, Lord, and thank You for keeping Your eyes on me day and night.”
“You don’t understand, Bell. I’ve seen your whole life as in a dream from start to the very end.”
“I have rescued you on many occasion well in advance of the actual time it was supposed to have taken place.”
“However, keep in mind that you are not a puppet and I am not a puppeteer.”
“You are planning the dreams of your life and in the process make your own bed.”
“Lord, what would be the perfect dream for me in Your eyes?
“To live, My child, with every ounce of energy you can spare. When you focus on your spirit you’ll find that many of those dreams are Mine, embedded into yours.”
For the second time Bell sat up straight in bed. “Lord, my desire to paint or learn to play the piano, are they Your dreams too?”
“Yes, Bell.”
Both were silent for a while. She smiled and laid down again.
“Jesus, thank You for having protected me from many nightmares. You are the only one who have seen them. Thank You for turning dreams into reality!”
“This moment in time is real but also a dream! My life is Your dream come true. ”
“Thank You, Lord!”