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Have you heard the expression “Boots on the Ground?” Well our Live Dead Missionaries are the boots on the Silk Road. Here we’d like to take a moment and allow one of them to share a snapshot of their life with you. Some names and details have been changed, but this is a true story from this colorful, vibrant, and sometimes surprising region.

Dreams happen here. They happen for locals and sometimes that is when they meet Jesus. Dreams happen for our family. They aren’t always about Jesus.

In fact, our 4 year old started asking us at bedtime to pray that she wouldn’t have any dreams at all. We had noticed that she is a dreamer, that she remembers her dreams, and that this could be a gift. But the dreams she was having were cultivating fear in her life.

It’s so easy to forget what we are up against here. It’s not only a people resisting the freedom of Jesus, but an enemy who gets creative in how he enters our lives. Sometimes we miss it. But when we see it, it becomes a reminder of his ability to cripple us. However, it is a greater reminder of the importance of walking in His Spirit.

We began to worship together as a family at night before bed. Soon she started to be comfortable with us praying for her to have good dreams instead of asking for none at all.

Answered Prayers

Paris ran out to the kitchen a few mornings ago. She screamed “I have to tell you my dream! I dreamt I could fly! I flew up to a tree and Jesus met me there…and we sat.”  That was music to our ears and peace and strength to her heart.

So much so that after she returned home from preschool that day she asked for a snack and said, “Mom, while you get my snack I’ll sit on the stair and worship Jesus.”

And with that she raised her little hands in the air and sang out a song to Jesus as if she was still sitting in that tree.

I didn’t hurry to bring her the snack that day. Instead, I paused and was awed at the way His Spirit lingers with us day in and day out.

So now, not only do we pray for dreams of Jesus for our unbelieving friends, we pray for dreams for ourselves too. I want to hear His voice, live in His Spirit, see Him, and maybe even sit in a tree…with Him.

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