I'm not sure of the particulars but somehow I ended up in the zombie apocalypse instead of a concentration camp (like I did in the 3 other dreams). There were approx. 10 of us left -at least in the group I was in. We were looking for a safe place to stay when I turned and saw a stream of thousands of the undead walking towards us. I looked around trying to come up with a plan and soon realized that there was no plan that would get us out of this mess. Apparently everyone realized this at the same time and decided that the only course of action was to succumb to their fate. One of my "friends" just stood there and stuck both arms out forming a cross to wait to be eaten. I was devastated. I wasn't willing to just stand there and willingly be eaten. I must have decided to sit down in the mud to figure out my next step now that I was the last person from my group. The crowd of the undead enveloped me and I wondered why I hadn't been attacked yet. I noticed someone crawling towards me and thought -well, this is it- I guess this is the guy that will get me. As I looked closer I noticed that he was a man. He crawled up to me and motioned with his head for me to follow him and away I went crawling through the crowd unnoticed. I wasn't sure what we were going to do next but I was happy that I had someone with a plan to follow and I that hadn't given up.
This next part may not seem to fit with the dream, but stay with me.
While I was in church on Sunday we were talking about testimonies and miracles. The teacher asked if anyone had any miracles and if they hadn't they should try to get one. I was surprised and saddened that the only miracles people could come up with were big ones that happened years and years ago. I thought, really? nothing has happened to you since then? I was trying to be a good girl and let the class go wherever it went because it is not the gospel according to Heather.
I think people don't know what miracles look like. They aren't placing things that happen to them in their lives in the proper category. I was talking to my friend at lunch today about having faith. She had asked her class what "having faith" looked like. They looked at her like she was from mars. It is something that we think everyone knows and then when you get down to having to answer the question you find out that no one really knows, they just think they do. How can we build our faith if we don't know what that looks like or what is involved. How can we see miracles when we don't know what they look like? How can we have hope without faith and how can we see miracles without faith?
I would perhaps boldly say that if you haven't witnessed a miracle within a month, you're doing something wrong- because really, it should be everyday. That's why keeping a journal is so important. When you start giving credit where credit is due, the scales start falling from your eyes and you are able to see even more miracles and on those days you feel lost and forgotten you can pull it out and remind yourself just how aware God is of you.
I'll start with a few of mine from the last couple of weeks:
I had my 2 oldest pray with me about something that we wanted to do. We wanted to call my parents and get permission to do the temple work for my grandparents. Emma and I both came up with the same plan as to who would call who. It was scary, but we were successful and now my daughter knows with assurity that she received revelation. Miracle My parents said yes. Miracle
I wasn't sure how to get cousins with us to the temple or if there would be enough workers at the temple on black friday to do a bunch of baptisms with my family. I also wasn't sure what I was going to do with the 2 littles. I moved forward with faith hoping that a way would present itself to me and it completely did. Miracle Doing work for our ancestors - Miracle
The missing cat posters still being left up and someone needing to put their own posters up seeing our poster and calling us about our cat. Miracle
There was a British nutcracker at costco that I wanted to get for my son because he is obsessed with Britain- they were out. When I was there again a few days later they were selling the floor models - I tracked someone down and got what I needed to buy it - 3 people tried to buy it from me in line. Miracle (was that an important miracle in the scope of miracles? No, but Heavenly Father loves his children and wants them to be happy)
While we were walking in a plaza in LA there was a crippled man playing Christmas songs on some sort of mouth piano thing. I felt compelled to say hi to him and give him money. I had already passed by him so I had to turn around and walk back where people would know exactly what I was doing. I was nervous about it and had to talk myself into walking back. 2 guys walking by made fun of me. I couldn't have cared less. Miracle I pass by people all the time -especially when we travel to places like that and sometimes I feel compelled and most times I just keep walking. Sometimes I have given food so I have control over how I help but I have become less concerned with that. What they do with my kindness is their business, my business is that when I feel compelled - I follow the prompting. That is actually where the "kind eyes" got their start. I always make sure to look them in the eye with kind eyes.
While I was sleeping on the airplane coming home the little older lady next to me couldn't hear the flight attendant trying to give her her coffee. Instead of getting perturbed. I took the coffee from the flight attendant and made sure my kind eyes were in and handed it to the lady. Miracle. She was seriously grateful and felt bad because she knew that my eyes had been closed. When I sat up and started reading again she kept showing me things in the sky mall which eventually lead to a conversation about why she was going to abq. Long story short her daughter had a baby and she was going to help but was nervous about offending her by saying the wrong things because it was her 1st and she knew how much her own mother messed up when she came to help her. Here's the miracle. I don't talk to people on planes. Hate it. Avoid it at all costs. But, I'm trying to be more like Jesus and I was able to offer her some comfort and help her feel better. We also talked about her other daughter that is pregnant with her 4th child. I told her that I had 4 and she about fell over. I got the standard "how old are you?" "How old are your kids?" "Were they planned?" It was so cute. She thought that if I was a sane person with 4 kids - surely her daughter was alright too. It was super cute and the smile on her face when she left the plane was priceless. Miracle
There are many days when i think I can't possibly fit something into my schedule and then - bam- miracle, it fits. When I need to call someone and they call me. When I've struggled to give money to someone and it has been returned to me in some other form. When I'm struggling to find the words to say to someone and they magically appear. When my kids offer up an unsolicited "thank you" or do something without being told. Hello- those are miracles. They are little things that make my life better. There is a scripture in Ether that talks about all good things coming from God- I'm sure you can find it. :0)
So, I'm sure you are wondering what this all has to do with zombies? Well, I'll tell you. When you are actively using your faith. When you are seeing miracles around you. You're relationship with God becomes personal. You know he's there because you can constantly and consistently see his hand in your life. This leads to you having trust in "the plan"(the plan specifically for you and the eternal plan of salvation for all mankind). You are filled with hope and joy. You are less susceptible to putting your arms out and giving up - even when it looks like all hope is lost. Because you know that God knows exactly where you are and you just have to keep looking forward. He's the man with the plan showing you which direction to go. Wasn't there a quote from General Conference about being a finisher? I think my subconscious keeps reminding me that I'm a finisher.
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