Last night I had another strange dream. I don’t remember all the details, but one part stood out so vividly. I stumbled down a hill and found myself struggling to get back up. Suddenly, I heard a noise behind me. When I looked back, I saw a huge monster truck coming down the road, with crowds of raging people at its sides. The road curved sharply at the bottom, making the truck’s descent feel even more threatening. Fear gripped me as I tried to get back on my feet to move out of the way. I ended up walking on my knees as fast as I could, desperate to find a safe place where I could rise again. Just as I turned the corner at the bottom, I woke up.
As I sit with this dream, I sense its weight. Hills so often remind me of struggles or tests — those seasons when the climb feels impossible and my footing slips. The monster truck felt overwhelming, unstoppable, like the pressures and voices that sometimes barrel toward me in life. Yet even on my knees, I was still moving. I was still reaching for safety.
I realise that the dream echoes something deeper: when life presses me down, my first posture is kneeling — a posture of humility, of prayer, of surrender. It’s not weakness; it’s strength. It’s the place where I find God’s refuge.
📖 "When I am afraid, I will trust in You." — Psalm 56:3 (NKJV)
I love how even my subconscious seems to know: the safest place is with Him. My safe clearing at the bottom of the hill glowed with light. That is where I run into His presence.
💡Reflection:
Where in my life right now do I feel like I’m stumbling down a hill?🤔
What “monster trucks” are pressing in, threatening to overwhelm me?🤔
What does my safe space with God look like in this season?🤔
How might my knees — in humility and prayer — actually be the ground where my strength is renewed?🤔
Today, I hold onto the truth that I am never safer than when I kneel in trust before Him. Even when fear looms behind me, His light goes before me. I am seen, carried, and sheltered in His love.
🙌Prayer:
Lord, when pressures close in like unstoppable forces, remind me that even on my knees I can keep moving toward You. Teach me to see humility and surrender not as defeat, but as the doorway into safety and strength. Lead me into Your refuge and help me rise again in Your light.
In Jesus’ Name, Amen.
Vrydag 3 Oktober 2025
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