Dreams Do Have Meaning
- Millie Zeiler
- Mar 3
- 1 min read
In 2009, I dreamt something like this. The dream started with a world destroyed. In it, I wandered into the basement of a decimated house. It didn't make sense because the basement was in perfect shape.
There wasn't anything fancy about it. It was just an ordinary basement. I met with temptation there, and I nearly succumbed to it, but didn't. Then, as I was overwhelmed with guilt, I encountered a bright light coming from a room. The door was slightly ajar, and I slowly crept up to that room. I felt guilty for being there because it wasn't my house. I felt guilty for thinking about stealing something I knew wasn't mine (but I didn't go through with it). I wanted to at least approach whoever was in that room to say "I'm sorry" to him.
This is when that born-again, spirit-filled moment happened. When I peeked into that room, I saw HIM. I saw what he was writing. I knew what he was writing. At that very moment, any ounce of guilt I had vanished. It was swept away with relief and thankfulness.
That is, by far, the most precious dream I've ever had. I cling to it with as much tenacity as I do to Jesus himself. God's Word is the only thing I trust 100%. It's what keeps hope alive. It also serves as a reminder that even when struck with something truly devastating, the brightness of God's light will always be there to get you through anything.
I did do a YouTube slideshow to illustrate what I saw the best I could. Check it out if you want to.
I didn't give this article much thought when I read it the first time. But now with what's going on, wow!