I Woke Up

Sleeping

I hadn’t been writing for Blackbox long—only a few weeks into hearing the stories of trafficking and exploitation—when I started to have dreams.

Not the typical senseless dreams, with flying people and talking animals. These were heavy dreams—oppressive nightmares where my kids were taken and tortured and even killed. I’d wake up in tears, screaming my daughters’ names, overwhelmed by grief and fear.

But the thing is, I woke up.

Every morning, I opened my eyes to find it was only a dream. Every day, the sun rose to show my kids safe in their beds.

I woke up to happiness. But around the globe, millions of parents wake up to heartache. My worst dream is their every day reality. The stories I’d heard—the ones that prompted scary dreams and sleepless nights—are their stories. Their sons.

And those stories must change.

Thankfully, our God is in the business of changing stories. He’s “able to do immeasurably more than all we can ask or imagine, according to His power that is at work within us” (Ephesians 3:20). In other words, He dreams better dreams for His people. By His power, God redeems the worst nightmare into a hopeful reality.

Immeasurably more! God changes the story.

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