It is of a little Peruvian woman opening the door to a set of sister missionaries, one a native Peruvian, the other, a tall, blonde American. We had never met before but when her eyes met mine her jaw dropped. I was brand new out in the field, debating my decision of being there and not understanding anything at all. She tried explaining that she knew me. I tried explaining we had never met. She insisted that we had met. As the conversation unfolded I came to understand that she had a dream with me in it the night before. She dreamed that I was running as fast as I could. Up hills, down hills, up hills, down hills, mountains, valleys...
I have reflected a lot on her dream. The thought that she had dreamed of me before we met. Interesting. Preexistence? I may have to wait to find out why this transpired. But the message in the dream... I have had a wonderful life. I am very blessed. It has been a lot of up hill and downhill. Some days are as tough as sprinting up the side of a mountain and others are as slippery as sliding down.
Each stage in my life since than, however different, a common theme has been prevalent. I keep running. Keep moving. I believe that a still person cannot be inspired to go in the direction that they are needed to go. They must move.
At the time I took that as answer to keep going. Stick it out on the mission, no matter the hills or the valleys needed to climb. Keep going.
I now picture my life. Mom of three great kids, wife to a hard working husband, owner of a landscaping business, working with a biotech company, referee, aspiring chef (haha!), and whatever else I decide to be. I know that if I keep moving, improving myself and keeping my eye towards the over all goal of having my eternal family, I will be lead in the direction I need to go.
this is great! I haven't known you for that long, but you are a perfect example of someone who keeps going!
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