During one of the most tumultuous times of our life, I was driving our son to a hospital almost 3 hours away. Jonathan had fallen asleep and when he woke up, a deep bruise was imprinted on the side of his face where he had rested it on his palm.
Jonathan was a typical 12 year old boy playing football with a bunch of friends at a July 4 party a few months prior to this latest trip to the hospital. The morning after the scrimmage, he complained his foot hurt. As good parents, we told him to rest it and ice it. He still complained and within days, not only was his foot sore but his entire lower body was in excruciating pain. He could no longer move his lower limbs. This began a journey that would take 18 months of being in and out the hospital. A journey that we would never get answer to, but God used Psalm 119:105 to remind us that although we couldn’t see all that the future held for our son, all we needed to know is that God was lighting our path one step at a time.
When Jonathan awoke from the nap in the car, and I saw the horror of what was happening to his body, I gasped. Yet, before I could utter a word, this young innocent boy, who trusted the Lord with such a child-like faith, said to me, “Mom, does God speak in dreams?” As I answered yes, Jonathan went on, “I had a dream where I was walking in a deep dark tunnel and I couldn’t see where I was going, when I heard these words, ‘ Your word is a lamp unto my feet and a light unto my path’. I immediately looked up and there was a dove with golden wings flying above my head and the path around my feet was lit up in a 12 inch diameter.”
We never did get an answer to Jonathan’s medical crisis 15 years ago but what we did get was assurance that no matter what we walked through, the Holy Spirit was with us, even when we could only see the next step we were taking.