Dreaming...

Last night, I had several weird dreams. Like really weird dreams - but I feel like one was important. The one that I remember most clearly had me pregnant in it - no, I'm not pregnant. Usually for me, pregnancy dreams are very linked to what God is doing in my life.

The dream (just before I woke up this morning): I'm pregnant and the baby pushes her hand (idk how i know it's a girl) so far out of my belly that if you put your finger next to her hand she will wrap her fingers around it and hold on. It was my mother in law's finger that she held on to. It hurt whenever she decided to push on me because you could see her hand or foot just under the surface of my skin but she would push so hard that you saw most of her arm or leg sticking out as well. 

This dream seems to be telling me two different things. The first is that I am being called into a new path, one focused on preserving innocence and purity. I'm processing things from my past that I had forgotten about so that I can use them. That I am being called to love and protect those on this new path. That I have a resolve to see this path through. 

The second thing that it is telling me is that I need to become more childlike in my relationship with God. I tend to be the type to struggle along, hoping to make it on my own. I need to put less into myself and more into God. I can be very tough on myself, and this is a reminder that I don't always need to push myself so hard.