My heart pounded me awake. The screaming in my ears was my own. As my eyes adjusted to the 3 am darkness, it dawned on me that it was just a dream. For me, it was a dream but for others it's a living nightmare.In my dream, my daughter, who is studying in Australia, was abducted and sold into slavery. I remember every agonizing detail of the dream, where she was, how they grabbed her, the dread in her eyes, the terror in my heart, and my panic that it would take me 24 hours just to travel there and by then she'd have disappeared into the abyss.
With my husband still peacefully asleep, I grabbed my phone & texted my daughter to make sure she was ok. And she was. The flood of relief that it wasn't my daughter in the nightmare came with an immediate awareness that though not mine, it was somebody's daughter.
Please click on over to my friend Tanya Dennis' blog to continue reading the story. It's a story that began with a dream and is growing into a new ministry.
Yesterday, Independence Day, was all about celebrating freedom. Today I'm posting is about those who are denied freedom. There are more slaves in the world today than there were during the Civil War, in fact more than at any time in history.
God started moving me to do something about it. In a week's time, my group of two increased to nine. We are meeting on Tues, July 9, 2013 to answer the question "How can we make a difference from here?" What can we do? A lot, it turns out. If you'd like more information, please leave a comment on the post or reply via email.