Last night carried me into yet another strange dream, one that still lingers in my heart this morning. I found myself watching a group of youngsters playing in the field near our home. Among them was Devyn, his laughter filling the air, and with him came a great elephant — so gentle, so familiar, as if it were our pet. They joined the children in their play, an odd but beautiful sight, a symbol of strength mingled with innocence.

After some time, both Devyn and the elephant turned back home. Something in me longed to follow, to remain close to them. Yet as I tried, I suddenly realised I had wandered into an unfamiliar town. The street names meant nothing to me, and with that came a creeping panic. My heart raced as fear set in, and my feet betrayed me — stuck fast to the ground as though bound by unseen chains. Desperate, I turned to walk backwards, hoping movement might return, but no matter how I tried, I could not move. I was frozen, watching the world slip further from my grasp.

The rest of the dream faded when I awoke, yet this fragment stayed etched within me. Perhaps it speaks of seasons where the way forward seems blocked, when familiar landmarks vanish and fear whispers of being lost. Yet even in such moments, God’s Word reassures me:

How often in life do our feet feel stuck — unable to move toward where we long to be?🤔 Sometimes it is fear, sometimes grief, and sometimes the sheer weight of the unknown. Yet even then, we are not abandoned. God’s hand steadies us, even when our own legs cannot carry us.

I find comfort knowing that the elephant — a symbol of strength and steadfastness — was part of the dream. Perhaps a reminder that even when I feel paralysed, His strength is present. His presence is near, guiding me home.

🕊️ Prayer:

Lord, when I feel stuck in fear and unfamiliar places, help me to rest in Your presence. Free my feet from the heaviness that holds me back. Give me courage to keep moving in step with You, knowing You are my guide and my strength.

In Jesus’ Name, Amen.