Two nights ago I dreamed we were on a road that followed the path of a river. Even in the dream it seemed like the road and the river was “going with the flow.”

Everyone was on this road… I mean everyone. Strangers, friends, family… everyone. There was a flood and traffic had stopped. Everyone was talking about what the problem could be. I saw a car floating down stream and heard someone comment that “at least he is going forward.”

People were waiting for the river to go down so they could keep driving/walking forward. But I could see that the road was in terrible condition. Even if the water did go down, I couldn’t imagine how anyone could make it down that road. I was neck deep in the water and holding a baby above the water, trying to figure out what to do next. Gabe was nearby and he was also looking around trying to see what we should do.

People were saying “the government will fix it…” and then I saw “the government” wading upstream. The lead guy was a Black man and he was carrying a chainsaw. “Oh, good!” someone said, “He will cut the tree out of the way, and then we will be able to go on.”

I looked and saw that a tree had washed sideways into the road. The idea of moving the tree so traffic could go on didn’t make sense, but everyone was saying it as though it did. I couldn’t see how moving the tree would make any difference at all.

Then I noticed that the river bed/road was very wide and it wasn’t as deep all the way across as it was right there in the middle of the “road.” So I waded toward the side. Gabe had commissioned me to look for a way forward. He was looking as well.

When I reached the side I saw that a road went up the hill right in front of me. Even in the dream I thought, “Oh. There is God’s road.” I looked around and saw that God’s road had, at times, crossed “man’s road.” I knew that we had been on God’s road originally, and that it had recently crossed man’s road and that is why we had found ourselves in temporary deep water. I followed the road up to the top of the hill to see if it continued on.

I saw that the road went down the hill and disappeared into a forest, then I saw where it came out of the forest again, and where it crossed the river (as a bridge) for one final time… and then it teed into a main road and I knew that was where we were ultimately going. I wondered what was in the forest where I couldn’t see the road… but I knew I had found the right path. I believe I saw a white vehicle far ahead of me on that road. I wondered who it was, and why there was no one else on the “right” road.

I awoke.

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We prayed about this dream. The allegories seemed fairly obvious. We’ve been praying for a “way forward” as the American dream begins to collapse. Not sure we’ve found that way forward yet, but felt like God was assuring us that He does indeed have a way forward… and to keep praying and looking to Him.

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