So today I decided to lay down on the couch for my normal Sunday afternoon nap. Kayleigh was chatting on Facebook, while I decided to nap. It was going great until I had this dream… So here I am walking down this street, only there are no cars, just me a “friend” walking together that I have know idea who it was. Apparently we are walking to another friends house. We get there and it is a someone that I have never seen before, but in my dream was so close to me. He was small like a child though.
The my friend that we went to visit looks up at me and says, “Barry can you take me to Jesus?”, I feel that it is important to inform you that this friend of mine is paralyzed from the neck down. I’m not exactly sure why but he has no wheelchair, or anything. So I say to him of course I will take you to Jesus. I pick him up and hold him tightly close to my chest. He then looks at me and says “Thank You!” It is about this point that I fall to my knees, out of exhaustion, for some reason I cannot go on… I have this helpless child in my arms, who desperately wants to see Jesus, and I cannot do it. I start to apologize to him, and then begin to weep!
And at about that point, Kayleigh wakes me up, and tears are rolling down my face for real. She asked me what happened? and whats wrong? The only words I could get out, where I was not strong enough, all he wanted to do was see Jesus. After about 5 min of getting my composure back, I was then able to describe the dream to her more clearly. It was very eye opening, and for some reason while I was carrying him, I felt so selfish, and guilty, for being as blessed as I am.
I do not know what any of this means, but God defiantly used it to humble me a little bit today.






