“IT WAS SO HORRIBLE, MAMA.”
My five-year old winced, with tears in her eyes just by recollecting her nightmare over breakfast.
“Sorry I woke you in the middle of the night, Mama,” our bird-loving, avid birdwatcher child said, “I dreamt I had a feather and you had a bigger one. I asked if we could exchange and you said no. I thought you did not love me so I woke up crying.”
Every night when I prayed over my kids after they had fallen asleep, I’d always felt led to pray for my five-year old specifically that she would always have a deep assurance of ours and God’s love for her. This was my unique prayer for her, different from her sister’s.
“Do you think that dream is true? What would happen in real life?” I asked.
“YOU WILL GIVE ME BOTH FEATHERS, MAMA.”
That morning, Cliff and I dropped the kids off to Bible camp, and left for our last visit to the beach before we relocate to Tanzania, for my first bike ride since spine surgery. As we rode past the nesting site of two large herons among tall pine trees, I looked down and saw an unusually large feather.
“Stop, Cliff, we need to pick this up.”
I felt the warmth of the Holy Spirit wash over me— Esther-Praise’s favorite bird is the Heron.
Tears welled in my eyes as I realized, God had sent me as a messenger that very morning for Esther-Praise to remind her of His love for her life.
“Isn’t it incredible?” I asked Esther-Praise as I gifted it to her later that day. “That God would send this TODAY, of all days, right after your nightmare, as such a specific message to you of how loved you are. This large feather is for you, sweetheart”
How great is His love for us. I pray you know that too. 💛