He Genuinely Loves Me (Iris Castro)
For others, dreams are superficial or just a result of excessive manner of thinking. But for me, it is a form of a miracle God has created. Dreams enable us to see the past, the present and the future. Dreams give us the chance to see the things we are unable to see. Dreams are powerful as our minds. It leads us to the right direction of life.
Not only am I fascinated with my dreams. I love them like they are the sole reason of my existence. I protect my dreams because they help me to escape from the reality. They give me the courage to breakaway from the sufferings I have in life. I adore them like I adore my mother who was the sole person responsible for my omnipotent faith in God and in myself. The faith that has guided me to cross the bridge of predicaments ever since I learned to face the truth.
My life is like a dream. Full of pain, bitterness, struggle, hope and faith. My life is surreal within reality.
I have been a dream believer for God-knows-how-long now. I have dreamt a million dreams. Some are vague, distinct but most of them were really vivid to be remembered and interpreted. Some of my dreams signified wealth, contentment, power, success and even failure, poverty, deceit or bad luck.
When I was small, I dreamt of flying a kite motioning to where I want it to be. But to my dismay, no string or rope was there to connect my hands to the kite. I have interpreted that dream according to what I believe in and so did the book about dreams I purchased for a purpose.
There was also a dream of mine where I was being chased inside a church by a beggar who seemed to have lost sanity because of starvation. He was chasing me because I refused to give him the one peso coin I have in my right hand. I ran and hid behind the pews so he won’t catch me but he was too fast. When he was about to grab the back of my shirt, we were both taken aback because the ground started to crack. To my astonishment, the beggar disappeared and I was left in the middle of the church awaiting for something odd might happen to me. There was a very bright illumination coming from the split ground that blinded me. When I was just about to recover from the blindness, I saw four contours of angels with vast wings dressed in a pure white robe. They extended their hands toward me and I realized drawing my self closer to them. I can feel their hands clutching through mine whilst my back was extremely aching. As I took a glimpse over my shoulder to confirm what makes my back ache, a cluster of feathers was slowly growing at my back and a pair of wings was formed. I was so blissful when my wings began to spread and soar alongside of the angels. They were not talking. They were just smiling and looking at me. Neither did I ask them to which place we were heading for. It was a non-stop journey…until my soul finally came back to reality.
It was incredible, I know. I was not sure if it’s really a reverie. It was more of a reality for me…a vision. A vision that has something to do with my present life.
There was a time in my life where there was much of pain and sorrow. I can no longer escape from the problems with my family, with myself and with my society. I felt that I have already given up my faith in Him. I thought that I was about to falter and can no longer fight back. I even experienced having no strength at all to move on. I was struggling harder to change my fate.
One night, as I prepare myself to sleep, I prayed. But not the kind of praying I usually do. I tried to communicate to Him as wholeheartedly as I can. Because when I do that, I feel His presence, I feel His closeness despite the fact that I cannot see Him. Momentarily, I fell asleep.
I found myself inside a chapel in the middle of a desert. I wondered who built the chapel and how it was built in a deserted place. It has two small windows and a door at the center. I saw a long wound on my right palm and the blood was still fresh. Ignoring it, I looked around and all I could see were tiny, black, kinky haired and malnourished children. They were all sobbing and some were very weak due to dehydration some are wounded. I was the only Asian in that place, so I felt that I have to accomplish a relevant mission. Not wanting to waste any amount of time, I grabbed the kit I found inside the chapel and headed to the wounded children and sat beside them. I give them first aid and finished the wound dressing immediately. When I was putting back the things into the kit, the children suddenly uttered something in their native tongue, pointing to a person who is heading to the chapel. I stood up and peeped through the window to see who was coming. I cannot believe who was coming and I cannot be mistaken who that was. I know the one who was coming very well. My heart beat faster…..tears were cascading on my cheeks. Quickly, I ran through the door. I ran to where He was standing. I was about to kneel down in front of Him when He held me and said: “Don’t cry my child, I am here to take away your misery. My Body may not always be there to shield you from the thorns but My Soul is with you forever”. The tears turned into a weep. His voice was so deep and powerful. I looked up to His face and nodded. He put His hand on top of my wounded palm for a while. When I looked at my palm, the cut was no longer there. The dried blood can no longer be seen. And we both proceeded to the chapel.
I woke up still with tears. I know it was just a dream but a life-changing one. Through my dreams, He made a way to prove to me that He is always by my side and never He will leave me. And this time, it was a reality within a dream, that I am sure of. Seeing the Son of our Lord in any way and in any form means achieving rare contentment and peace of mind beyond anything. His love for us is genuine and incomparable.
