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I was walking into a hospital, I think. There was a doctor there; she told me about my medical history and she knew some of the tests and procedures that had been done to me. I joked with her that I couldn't do anything medically without her finding out.
Then I left; I was going to my car (which is funny because I am scared of driving, so I never got a license "in real life"). There were temptations all around me to do wrong things, but I decided I wasn't going to do those things. As I headed back to my car, I realized that in town there were two young men selling letters and stationary. They said "go to the cancer wards and drop these off, it will help encourage people." I took one and said "How much are these?" They said, "well, we normally get $4 for them". I reached in my wallet, took out a $5 bill, and gave it to them.
Suddenly the car and the temptations weren't important. It was important for me to get this letter to a patient in the cancer ward, that was my mission now. I went back into the hospital, it changed a lot. And I found someone's room, which was more like a small apartment. The nurse asked me why I was there and I said - because I have a letter for her patient. (By the way, throughout this dream of mine, I kept looking at the letter and sure enough, every time there was a different encouraging note on it.)
She told me she didn't know where her patient was, possibly in the other room getting changed. My peripheral vision saw someone wrapped in a sheet, sitting in a wheelchair. She was given the letter and I left. My dream ended only knowing and realizing that letter meant the world to the patient.
I said, why can't I do that in real life? There are so many hurting people in the world, and I want to be a good soul winner for Jesus. If you've read this far, I hope I gave you a note or a postcard somewhere in our travels and I hope you read how much God loves you. If no one ever told you this before, I apologize. But I'm here telling you that now. Jesus died so He could have you. I sure hope you meet Him some day.
Then I left; I was going to my car (which is funny because I am scared of driving, so I never got a license "in real life"). There were temptations all around me to do wrong things, but I decided I wasn't going to do those things. As I headed back to my car, I realized that in town there were two young men selling letters and stationary. They said "go to the cancer wards and drop these off, it will help encourage people." I took one and said "How much are these?" They said, "well, we normally get $4 for them". I reached in my wallet, took out a $5 bill, and gave it to them.
Suddenly the car and the temptations weren't important. It was important for me to get this letter to a patient in the cancer ward, that was my mission now. I went back into the hospital, it changed a lot. And I found someone's room, which was more like a small apartment. The nurse asked me why I was there and I said - because I have a letter for her patient. (By the way, throughout this dream of mine, I kept looking at the letter and sure enough, every time there was a different encouraging note on it.)
She told me she didn't know where her patient was, possibly in the other room getting changed. My peripheral vision saw someone wrapped in a sheet, sitting in a wheelchair. She was given the letter and I left. My dream ended only knowing and realizing that letter meant the world to the patient.
I said, why can't I do that in real life? There are so many hurting people in the world, and I want to be a good soul winner for Jesus. If you've read this far, I hope I gave you a note or a postcard somewhere in our travels and I hope you read how much God loves you. If no one ever told you this before, I apologize. But I'm here telling you that now. Jesus died so He could have you. I sure hope you meet Him some day.
