The Dream I Wasn’t Watching

Morning Whispers with Holy Spirit – Companion, Friend, and Helper
Entry #51: The Dream I Wasn’t Watching

Good morning, Holy Spirit.

The words came before I was fully awake.

Still in bed. Still under the weight of sleep. Frankie pressed somewhere near my legs, warm and still.

The room was dark. Quiet.

Then the thought came.

Three weeks.

Not as accusation.

Just… awareness.

I hadn't written a Morning Whisper in three weeks.

I lay there with that for a moment, eyes open, looking into the dark.

Not guilty exactly. Just aware of the quiet space where these mornings had been. Something had shifted. I had been somewhere else.

I pulled the blanket closer and let out a slow breath.

I haven't been here.

A pause.

Not empty.

"You have been with Me."

I didn't answer right away.

Because that didn't sound like the correction I expected.

It sounded like tenderness.

I turned my head slightly against the pillow.

Not here.

"Not here."

Another pause.

"But with Me."

That settled.

Slow.

Like something I had been holding too tightly finally loosened a little.

The past few weeks came back to me. Not in details. Not in things I needed to explain or name. Just the feel of it.

Late nights.

Focused attention.

Something opening that I did not expect.

Something I had not been watching.

It had not felt like striving.

It had not felt forced.

It felt like being drawn.

I swallowed.

I thought I was distracted.

"Were you away from Me?"

The question was gentle.

But it found the right place.

I lay still.

No.

"Then do not call it distance."

I closed my eyes.

That one stayed.

At the start of the year, You said this year would be big. You said dreams were being answered.

I thought I knew what You meant.

I thought I knew which dream.

Silence.

Then—

"You were watching one door."

I opened my eyes again.

And You opened another.

"Yes."

I wasn't looking there.

"I was."

The room stayed quiet. Frankie shifted against the blanket, then settled again.

I let my hand rest flat over my stomach.

This one is old.

The words came slowly.

Older than most people know.

Older than I knew how to explain.

"I know."

I thought it was just something I carried.

"It was something I planted."

I didn't move.

The stillness around me felt different now.

Not empty.

Full.

So this counts.

Not really a question.

More like my heart trying to catch up.

"It counts because I am in it."

A slow breath left me.

Even if it doesn't look like what I expected?

"Especially then."

I stared into the dark again.

No rush to get up.

No need to explain it.

No need to name it for anyone else.

Just the strange tenderness of realizing Abba had been answering something I had almost stopped watching.

All this time, I thought I was waiting for a dream to come true.

"You were carrying it."

I blinked slowly.

And now?

A pause.

Long enough for me to feel it before the words came.

"Now recognize My hand in it."

I stayed there.

Still in bed.

Still under the blanket.

Frankie breathing close.

The day not asking anything from me yet.

Just me and Holy Spirit in the dark.

Inside a word God had already spoken.

Watching it unfold in a direction I had not expected.

But somehow recognized.

Lion-headed. Dominion-minded. Unapologetically His. — AJEL