I am going to preface this blog with a definition…
Prophetic Dreaming: The idea or belief that God can give you dreams that tell you about the future or reveal something to you.
I don't know what you all believe or think about this but I am going to tell you a story that blew my socks off this month and maybe it will rattle yours a bit as well.
So back in May of 2012 when I first signed up for the Race God was rocking me with all kinds of truth. I was learning a ton about the Bible and how God speaks and moves and all that. However, during that same time I was conflicted about coming on the Race and was unsure of how everything was going to work out. I mean this was a big step for me. Before the Race I had never had a desire or even an inkling to become a missionary and did not even consider myself to be a "real" Christian. So needless to say I was in a state of confusion and bewilderment about all that I was about to do. In my mind I was either throwing my life away or I had just found it; and wasn't sure at that point which one of those it was that I was doing.
My mom did not feel the same way. When I first heard about the Race in January of 2012 I was amazed. I'm still not even sure how I found it I was just browsing the internet for volunteer opportunities when I stumbled across the website. I remember thinking, "those people are crazy, but awesome!" I remember wishing I had the guts to do something like that and I wished that I was a good enough Christian to be eligible. I was so moved by it that I posted the link on my Facebook page and almost immediately my mom tagged the post with, "you should do it!"
I wasn’t quite ready to say yes, but the seed had been planted and at from there it was just a matter of God bringing me to a breaking point where I was ready for a change and open to what he had to say. I remember five months later calling my mom and telling her that I had decided to apply. I asked her if she remembered the link I had posted a few months back and she said yes. As I told her I was actually considering doing it and planning on applying it was all she could do not to scream and drop the phone right there. She could barely hold in her excitement and even though she was a thousand miles away I could feel everything she was feeling through the phone. After I hung up I remember thinking, "Oh Lord what have I done? I have opened up Pandora’s box!"
Anyways after the application, interview, and acceptance process was over I started talking to my mom more and more. I started asking her questions as to what she believed and about what I was reading in the Bible. We began talking more frequently than we ever had before and for hours. We were now connected in a way we hadn't been before. With her encouragement and counsel I started tampering with prophetic words and images and reading a ton about the Holy Spirit and what modern Christians believe about all that.
One morning my mom called me super excited and told me about a dream she had just had. This was her dream… (written by my mom)
Last December, and only a few days before Desirae was scheduled to launch from Washington DC on the Worldrace, I had a dream that, at the time, made me laugh and didn’t seem to make a whole lot of sense.
In my dream, Desirae approached me and said, “Mom, I am going to the moon and I would like you to come along. Would you like to go?”
The moon? I said. How are we going to get there?
“Don’t worry. I’ll drive. It’ll be fine.”
It’s an awfully long way to travel. How will we get back?
“We’ll worry about that when we get there. God is in control. I trust He’ll get us back safely.”
I was hesitant and ready to tell her no; but decided to take some time to think and pray about it, and to ask my husband, Max.
When I prayed, I felt God telling me that if my husband gives the green light, that’s the sign that I should go, and sure enough, when I asked, he immediately said, “It’s the chance of a lifetime. You should go!”
So, I told Desirae I would go with her. We packed our bags, loaded up her car and headed to the moon. Her car literally lifted off the ground and we were flying toward a big, bright and beautiful full moon. We looked at each other with excitement and said, “We’re going to the moon together!” Then I awoke and marveled at how real the dream was. I felt slightly disappointed that I didn’t get to experience the moon in my dream, but now I know why… (thanks mom) 🙂
Fast forward to Nepal. Everyone had been talking about the possibility of AIM hosting a parent trip in Month 9 and I was uncertain about the whole thing. I mean, I wanted my mom to come but knowing the cost and how busy my mom and step dad are I thought the chances of her coming to be grim. Despite all of this, I decided to ask both her and my stepdad if they would like to come. I made sure to ask her to pray about it and see what the Lord said about it before she answered.
Two weeks later I asked her about it during a phone conversation and she nonchalantly said that she didn’t think it was going to be possible and was too much money, etc. I was disappointed but accepted her refusal and I was convinced that she was not going to come. The Lord, however, had different plans. As I thought about her not coming over the next few days and weeks I was super unsettled and something just didn’t feel right about it. I continued to pray and I felt the Lord calling me to ask her one more time. I didn’t think anything would come of it but I decided I would anyway. What could it hurt? Obediently, I brought it up in one of our conversations and asked her to pray about it a bit more. We talked about the possibility of just her coming out and ironically had a really good conversation about trusting God with our finances and not allowing stress to get a hold of us.
She agreed to pray about it more seriously this time and expressed that it would be difficult asking Max if she could go and if he could manage the business while she was gone, but that she would do it. It was during the next few days that God really wowed the both of us with just how awesome He is and how he speaks to his children.
At the beginning of our month in Thailand I felt the Lord calling me to a particular bar where I had really connected with the girls the first few nights out. I kept frequenting there and felt called to go there nearly every night. At various points during the month people would ask me what the name of the bar was and for some reason I had never looked. Then, one day as I was prayer walking with my friend Jess we decided to walk by the bar. As I stared up at the sign that read, “The Full Moon Bar,” the Holy Spirit hit me like a ton of bricks, reminding me of the dream my mom had told me about right before the race where we went to the “moon” together and I was leading. I immediately knew what it meant and that she was coming, but I decided to wait on it and let her come to her own conclusion about the whole thing. I knew that God would bring her to the truth on her own and that we would be able to share this little treasure of God’s faithfulness together soon.
Almost the next night she instant messaged me on Facebook and told me that she had decided to come. It was in the middle of an intercessory prayer meeting and it was all I could do to not scream right there on the spot. I actually did scream a little and told the whole room proudly that my mom was coming to Thailand. Then, as I told her what God had revealed to me a few days prior about us going to the moon together she was in total shock and awe; just as I had been when it first hit me. The dream played out exactly how it had played out in real life and she even said that as she prayed that week God had reminded her of that dream as well.
So anyway, it is official! My mom is coming to meet me in Thailand in Month 9 and I am so excited to have her joining me in ministry and loving the Lord and the lost together! God is so good! He loves his children to the ends of the earth. Literally. Lol.
Be blessed my friends. Praying for you always.
-Desirae Dawn
