The Buffet of Opportunity

It’s interesting how God speaks to us. I would have discounted this one had my mom not given me her thoughts on it. I was just telling her my dream because it was so random; I wasn’t looking for a meaning, but she effortlessly chimed in on this dream, and I’m grateful she did.

I dreamt this in May of 2016….

I was trying to push my office chair through an ‘aisle’ but there was a white fridge, or something big and fridge-like in the way so instead of bothering someone to ask if they could help me, I backed up and tried pushing my chair down a different aisle (as if I first pushed up the right side of a “V” then back down to the point of the “V” and up the left side of the “V”). Some guy saw me and told me to hold on.

All of a sudden there were 3 or 4 Mexican men working on something. They started demolishing things that were in my path even though I didn’t need all of it gone. Then one of them told me to wait. So, these guys end up on the other side of a swinging white door, and finally (I say finally because it felt like a good while in the dream, but it really wasn’t) one came and got me and the rest of my acting class who had joined me somehow, and when we walked through the swinging door, there was this HUGE buffet of food – about 4 or 5 of them so all of us could eat. I was so incredibly grateful. I went up to each guy, and as I thanked him, I couldn’t stop myself from crying.

I only got to the 3rd guy before I either woke up or switched dreams. When I awoke, I could still feel the overwhelming gratitude.

Here’s my mother’s interpretation of it (which she said had to be God because she rarely reads between the lines)…

Here I am trying to control my acting career/business (the office chair) and my ways aren’t working (pushing down the first aisle) trying to reach or surpass some goal (the white fridge). I need to stop trying to do my own thing and trust God’s path for me (the second aisle). 

She said the men show how much favor is on me. She said it looks like God is getting a lot of things in order that I can’t see (behind the swinging door) and when He’s ready, the blessings (huge buffets) are going to be more than I ever imagined. I just have to be patient at that white door.

Pretty legit, eh? I accept it as God speaking to me. It seems too perfect to not be Him.

Interestingly, that was a door that I could have easily walked through… the older kind with slats in it that starts at your knees and stops just above your head height – nothing heavy or bulky – but I trusted that they would come get me when things were ready.

As for the Mexican men, I think God used them because they bring me a sort of peace. I have a special place in my heart for older Mexican men; they remind me of my papa and my grandpa.

I like that dream. And if it hadn’t been for my mom, I would’ve put it in File 13.

Pray and Push,
Venus

If you decide that you want God in your life, here's a simple prayer you can say quietly or out loud:

Dear God, I'm a sinner. I’m sorry for my sin; please forgive me.

I believe Jesus Christ is Your Son and that He died for my sins and You raised Him to life.

I want to invite Him into my heart to take control of my life.

In Jesus’ name I pray, Amen.

(No pressure, but if you do say this prayer, I'd love to know so you're not stuck with the thought of, "Okaaaaay, what now?")