I feel the Lord just came over me in a dream. In my dream, I was in a hospital, as a visitor, not a patient. I was standing next to a counter in a room with several people, but I did not know any of them. I was just watching what was going on around me. All of a sudden, a woman walked up next to me. She gave her newborn baby girl a kiss and placed her on the counter. I looked at the baby, then at the mother, and said with a smile, “What a precious baby.” I could tell from the look on the mother’s face that she was leaving her baby there under the Safe Haven Law. I told her I knew that what she was doing was very difficult, and that it would get harder before it got easier. I asked if I could pray for her, and after a moment of hesitation, she nodded. I put my arms around her shoulders and began to pray. I started with something like, “Lord, help this woman to know that she is your precious child.” As I continued to pray, I felt an overwhelming sense of warmth and power flow through me and into her. If I were to have to represent the scene in a movie, I would show it with swirling light and glitter and windchimes, but I did not see that in my dream. I went on praying for the mother and her baby, for peace and comfort, and for both of them to know that they are loved by God. I woke up from my dream, still praying, and I finished my prayer with, “Lord, only you know who that special woman was in my prayer, Please take care of both her and her baby.” I know a connection was just made, and God will put us together at some point. She had blonde hair, darker than Heidi’s, about shoulder length and with more wave. She had a somewhat roundish face, with darker eyes. Her body was of average weight - not skinny, but not overweight. She was a couple of inches shorter than me.
Since February of 2012 (5 Miles Closer to God and Pour Out Your Heart In Prayer), I have just had this feeling that God isn’t finished with our family yet. I know in my heart that a little girl named Abigail will become part of our family at some time. A couple of years ago, Aidan and I were even including her in our bedtime prayers every night. As he has grown older, we have kind of stopped, but maybe this is my wakeup call that I am to start praying for her again.
