I really don’t like being awakened in the middle of the night. I imagine you feel pretty much the same way. Sleep is a precious gift, and I was deep into it. But the Voice was insistent and wouldn’t be ignored.
“Get up! Hurry! Wake up. You can sleep when you’re dead!” the Voice said with some degree of humor.
Stirring in confusion from the deepest places of slumber, I awoke reluctantly, and with a bit of an attitude. The interruption was not appreciated.
As my eyes began to focus, I’m thinking, ‘Who the heck is this! And what are they doing in my bedroom? Is the house on fire or something!”
But when I was awake enough to make out who was there, I saw standing before me the unmistakable form of my life long best friend. It was Jesus Himself calling me out of my sleep.
“C’mon. Come with me. I’ve got something to show you.” He said with some alarm.
As I shook the clouds from my head, I wondered, “What does He want with me? Why now? Am I still asleep? Is this for real, or it is a dream. Wow, a dream within a dream?”
“It’s not a dream,” he said with a smile reading my mind effortlessly. “Now get your tush out of bed.”
It’s hard to argue with Jesus. Well, actually it’s impossible to win an argument with Him (being God and all), so my feet found the floor and my fingers began to rub the sleep from my eyes.
“Get your shoes on, we are going for a walk.” He said as if this kind of thing was perfectly normal.
I was too confused to do anything but tie my shoes.
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