Voice In My Head

"You do not need to be afraid." Said the voice. "You are my child." I woke up suddenly and just then my alarm clock chimed. I rubbed my temple and sighed. Later that day I went to see my therapist. I lay on a long couch as my therapist jots down what I'm explaining. "Its been two months with that same dream. I hear a voice in my head as if whoever is talking is in my room. I don't ever remember seeing who was talking but I remember the words." My therapist nodded. "Mhmm. How do you spend your days? Are you doing anything that can relate to what you dream? I thought for a moment. "No. I don't think so. I don't have a job right now and I lack the luxury of friends so I don't have much of a reason why." My therapist said, "I can prescribe some medication that might help with the night dreams. A sleep aid." I shook my head, "No. I don't want to start taking any pills." "Well then. I cant say why you are having these dreams but I would recommend that you come back next week. Think about my offer." "Ok." I said. I was starting my car to go home and the radio was on. I was going to turn it off when I heard someone talking. I left the radio on for a moment. I heard the man on the radio say, "Sometimes God speaks to us through signs. Sometimes he reaches us in our sleep. Even our dreams. He- The radio started to become fuzzy with static. I tried to adjust the radio, but the voice was gone. I paused. "Even in our dreams." I spoke out loud. "What if God is trying to tell me something? I never been much of a church goer or even religious. Why would He even try?"
I went home and sat on my couch to watch some T.V. I was about to change the channel on the T.V. when the program that was already on was a sermon with a pastor preaching. I turned up the volume. "Have you been wondering about God's love for you? Have you ever heard something that turned you to His attention? If so, you may want to pray for understanding." The program had about a minute left and ended. I sat up. "Well. Maybe I can try to pray. But why? Might as well." I never really prayed but I've seen people do it on the T.V." I got down on my knees. I waited for something to say. I closed my eyes. "God. I know that I never really spoke to you about anything ever. I am confused about something, a dream. I ask you God to forgive me of my sins. I'm sorry that I never take time with you. I know I'm not like the man on the radio or the pastor of that sermon." I started to speak more clearer. The words I prayed started to make sense. "I believe in you Jesus. I ask you to redeem me. Make me new. Make me a believer." After I was done praying I stood up. I felt like a weight was taken from me that was so heavy before. "Well. Now what?" I thought.
Later next week I was driving to my therapist appointment. I was listening to a sermon on the radio. I was listening to the man talking about God's love and I tried turning up the radio. Just then a car veered in my lane and I swerved in oncoming traffic. It happened so fast. All I heard was tires screeching. And then nothing. There was a bright, white light, and I opened my eyes. Suddenly I heard a voice. "You do not need to be afraid." Said the voice. "Your my child." Then I realized something. All that time the dream was God's voice preparing me for this day. If I never heard those voices on the radio or the T.V. that brought me to pray I would have never surrendered my life in order for God who is taking me home now. I smiled. "Thank you."

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Voice In My Head