He Spoke to Me

I hit the pillow and I am out. I sleep peacefully in a deep sleep until the rude alarm clock taps my shoulder and tells me to wake up. This girl loves her sleep.

One dark, routine night I was in this slumber. I dreamed. I dreamed I heard a voice. I did not see anything but I heard a voice say, “Do you want to wake up?”

It was a stupid question, and I replied, “Of course I want to wake up!”

“It is going to hurt.”

My response was immediate and without question, “They need me.”

I jolted out of my sleep and woke falling into Adrenal Crisis. I was barely able to wake my husband in my weakness. He called 911 and I was rushed to the emergency room. It hurt.

I am not scared to die. One day I will claim Paul’s words adapted as my own, “Living was Christ, dying now is gain.” But not now. “They need me.” My husband and my seven year old. And Christ has not quite yet carried on to completion his work in me.