Why Dreams and Why Now?
Dreams have always been part of how God reaches his people, but something about this cultural moment seems to have opened the floodgates. The rising noise of our world — the screens, the speed, the constant pull — leaves little room for a whisper. Yet in the quiet of sleep, when defenses fall away, God still speaks. Not to confuse or obscure, but to draw his children closer, invitation wrapped in mystery.
It Took Twelve Times
Windchimes whisper in our garden as kids next door call “Papa!” and I ask God for words. Silence settles; a hummingbird perches. Then the memory: our first argument, my ache to “love better,” and his answer — I love you. I pushed it away until, the twelfth time, something cracked open. Softened, I finally believed it. He keeps saying it still. Love is home. Love is how he speaks.