I had a dream last night. A dream that has left me in the pit today. That dream is somehow like a forecast of what will happen. Something connected to what I'm going through right now.
2 nights ago, I was in my room, minding my own business after dinner with my aunt when I heard my mum screaming at my dad downstairs. I didn't hear a word from my dad but I know what was the argument about. I don't understand why are human beings always divided by money? Why has money become so important in life that without it we can't live? The same money that can be used to save can be used to kill. I know that my dad is in debt and my mum refuses to help. What I don't know is why.
So last night I had a dream. I was sleeping over my friend's house supposedly to do our assignments but we didn't even start. Having difficulties to fall asleep, I slept at 4 after watching Soul Surfer. And I had a dream or you may call it a nightmare. I remember it vaguely.
In the dream, my dad was picking me up from somewhere. I knew my dad was upset yet he didn't say a word. He just started speeding and speeding till everything was at maximum. The turnings were sharp and I saw sparks. I kept shouting daddy! daddy! but he just went faster and faster. In my mind, I imagined myself at the verge of death. I didn't know what to do. Pulling the handbrake didn't work so I pushed the gear to Park. It didn't make sense but the car stopped. I shouted at my dad I remember very clearly the words I told him. "Daddy, I know you're going through a hard time. I'm going to help you. I going to get the money and everything's going to be all right." My dad nodded and tears were rolling down our face. The next thing I knew I woke up.
To be honest, I seriously don't know what will happen next. The future is full of uncertainties yet I want to learn to trust God. I want to trust that He is in control. I want to trust that He can deliver us. I want to trust that He will walk with through the storm.
There will always be a rainbow after the storm.
