I didn’t sleep well last week. I had too much on my mind. Between the adoption and the proposal my brain was spinning day and night, and I couldn’t rest. And then one night, later in the week, something crazy happened. I had a dream.
I dreamed I received a letter in the mail. It was a certified letter, like the official documents we’ve been receiving for the adoption. The letter was addressed to me, so I opened it, and read. The message was brief:
Sonya L. Anderson has been granted permission to stop thinking.
I am not making this up.
In my dream I knew the letter was a gift from God. He was granting me permission to rest. All night long I savored the message, and I slept. It was glorious.
In the morning I remembered my dream and I laughed out loud. I told Kyle about the dream and he laughed, too. He could use a letter of his own.
God is taking good care of us. He’s got us covered. I know this in my heart, but sometimes my head insists on taking over. I get this desperate urge to have all the answers and to figure everything out. And God says STOP. Permission granted.
We just returned late last night from our trip to Chicago. The trip was required for getting our Visas from the Colombian Consulate. Mission accomplished. But the trip served another purpose, as well. In the midst of a season busier than any we have ever known, we were given four days of beautiful rest.
We did it on purpose. We could have driven down and back in a day. But instead we opted to linger, to visit friends and family, and to spend some time alone. It was just what we needed.
I woke up this morning, in my own bed, and for the first time in a long time I felt refreshed. Awake. I woke before my alarm, ready for the day.
My Heavenly Father is so sweet. He knows exactly what I need. He cares about the details. He cares about my rest. I can trust him.
Thank you for the letter. I accept.