Do not be troubled by what I write, for it is a personal experience not to be compared with your own experiences.
Dreams are mysterious and wonderful.
A few months ago, shortly before I went to sleep, I was a mess of emotions. I was so confused. Who exactly is Jesus? Is Jesus God? But then what about Islam? And other religions?
My spiritual journey has been long and tortuous. I have been plagued with an identity crisis. I knew I had a significant calling in the grand scheme of things, but the pieces of the puzzle just weren’t fitting together.
In tears and anguish, I longed for reassurance.
Kneeling at my bedside, I cried out to God. “Please, Lord! You must settle this predicament for me once and for all. I can’t bear to live with such excruciating uncertainty!”
I crawled into bed and nestled myself under the comfort of my duvet. Would I experience yet another night of troubled thoughts, depression, and confusion?
I drifted into the abyss.
Several hours later, I experienced a few seconds of profundity. I witnessed a figure of immense… no, wait. Words could never capture the enormity of this. I witnessed God, the creator of all that exists, coming towards me in a kind of form. This manifestation of God was extremely powerful.
The figure approached me and put two hands on my back. That was the end of the dream.
What did it mean?
“I’ve got your back.”
God’s got my back.
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