Fifty Cents...not the rapper

Back in August of last year I had a very significant dream, and at the time it shook my core but I never thought that dream would become a reality.

That dream was the launching point for the desires of my heart to surface. Daddy God went beyond my own mind and bombarded me in my sleep by stirring up dormant dreams and calling out to a sleepy-eyed destiny that had been waiting to be awakened.

 Once a dream, now a reality:

In the dream, I was working at an elementary school but the odd thing was I was living there also. My co-workers and I would work during the school day and live in the dorms at night, and all our monies went towards buying supplies for our students and our classroom. Therefore, there was no life outside of the school. Everything we did, everyone we saw, everything we bought was tied into this place.

One night my co-workers and I were sitting around the table eating and a sweet friend of mine, walks in and says in her quiet and calm voice, “You all have 2 minutes to get out and then this school will be destroyed” and she looked at me and smiled. I was not smiling in the dream…I immediately began to panic. Everything I knew, owned, and worked for was in this building and it was about to be destroyed?!? So I ran to my classroom to gather up essentials and valuables, but my friend simply said, “You don’t time for that, it’s time to leave now.” I wanted to argue with her but when I looked down she had a grenade in her hand, and she pulled the pin and rolled it down the hallway. So I ran and helped everyone out and we made it to the schoolyard as the grenade went off. As I  was standing there watching the building and my life as I knew it go up in flames I was dumbfounded I had nothing to my name but the clothes on my back.

 

I was devastated to say the least. I was hysterically crying and looking at my friend wondering,” Why would you do this to me, I thought you cared about me.” But when I walked up to her to rant and rave she just smiled and said, “fifty cents”.

I had no idea what she was talking about and my heart was so broken, I was so scared and my mind was racing with thoughts of how I was going to survive now.

 

Then my friend Esme (the grenade thrower) and Randy (my Papa) were standing off in the distance just laughing and watching me fall apart. So I ran to them and said, “What now…What am I supposed to do and why is this funny?” Randy said, “Are you ready to go?” I respond, “I don’t have anything, no money, no clothes, and no car”. He says with a smile, “All you need is fifty cents.” And I reach into my pocket and I pulled out two quarters and he laughs and puts Him arm around me and says, “Let’s go!”

Now it’s May 2013. 9 months later and that dream that shook me has now become my reality. My life as I have always known is here and it’s not a bad place to be. Home is where the heart is, but sometimes destinies get restless, spirits churn, hearts awaken and life as we know it cannot suffice. So the sweet Holy Spirit in His comforting and loving way comes and blows up everything we know and then Daddy God is standing there waiting to take what I thought I lost and show me there is so much more for me.

 

 All I need is fifty cents.