Grace is upon us in this sweet mountain town. The hills alive with depthless evergreens. The people alive in Christ. Abba has touched this place with his mighty kindness and love.
We’ve been gifted the opportunity to minister to children in a little mountain school while teaching English. The city we are in is primarily Christian which has allowed us to include conversations of Jesus and the Bible within our lesson plans. The first day I arrived to my class of third graders, the group of seven sang me “Open the Eyes of my Heart,” recited about 6 different bible verses, and would not withdraw from holding my hands the entire day.
One of the little girls is named Dannika. Her heart is that of the sweetest disposition and her love for Jesus spills out at nine years old. I’ve grown quite fond of her in the many conversations we’ve had (her English although broken, is comparatively proficient to the others—charades at times is definitely a thing). But I would like to give an account of two of her dreams that she relayed to me. As I am still dumbfounded to the ways the Lord ministers to his children, it is certainly a beautiful thing to behold.
Dannika began stating her dreams to me by her own conviction as we were on the school bus heading home. In a combination of hand motions and at times guessing to what she was referring to, the dreams were laid out before me:
She was in the Lord’s garden. She described that there were trees all around her with apples, oranges, strawberries, and all different fruits. She saw Jesus and his face was shining. He was clothed in white. Jesus handed her an apple to eat. She said “it was so yummy!!” With a gleaming smile across her face. She then awoke.
She asked me if I knew what hell was. I said yes. She said I had a dream and the sky was red with fire shooting down. There were people in the sky and on the ground and they were naked. She was with her mom and dad. She stood in the middle of them. Jesus with his face radiant put a fortress around them. A dome of protection as the fire was shooting at them. She then awoke.
In this small mountain town of Myanmar the Lord has allotted his kindness upon these people. Dannika, as I’ve stated before, is only nine years old. And our kind God has gifted her with dreams that exemplify his great character. He is merciful, he provides, he protects, he is her friend, he is her savior. And I just have to say that I’m in complete awe of who God really is. After she told me her dreams I had to take a moment and ask the Lord what to do with that information, shaken by her testimony. He responded with, “soak it in.” I am humbled by my Father. I hope you are humbled in this as well.
God bless you. Love you kindly.
Your friend,
Brooke
My girls.
Giving them ballet lessons.
