In the dream... It was night, and I was driving down a very, very dark road. Tim was in the passenger's seat and Allison was sort of sitting next to me in the driver's seat, sometimes making it hard to see the road, but everything seemed pleasant with us. All of a sudden, there was a car just sitting in the middle of the road--no lights, so I swerved to miss it. Then there were more cars, as if there had been an accident and cars kept hitting each other in the dark. I saw probably at least a dozen cars crashed on the dark road...still IN the road. It was totally silent, though. I felt scared; kind of panicky that I would hit one, but also knew that help was needed. We needed to call 9-1-1 for help, but also, one clear thought: "WE NEED LIGHTS BROUGHT IN." We need to be able to see how and where to help.
So I asked God about it this morning. He reminded me of Kathy Troccoli's song, "Go light your world." And then that I need to take my 'candle' into the darkness that exists on the path He has me on. Those crashed in the darkness don't even know they need to yell for help...or can't. I need to walk into the darkness with my light that will expose the needs, the pain, the danger of sitting silently wounded/crashed in the middle of the road.
