The Native American Baby

I had this dream before we moved that I couldn’t stop thinking about. That’s usually when I know God is trying to tell me something. My mom has been great at helping me interpret my dreams, so when I couldn’t figure out this dream, I called her and told her about it:

I was walking along (outside) when God spoke to me and told me, “You are going to adopt a Native American baby.” It was that simple, that specific. Yet the rest of the details were left unsaid.

“Okay.” I said. That is exciting news! God is going to give me another child!

So I continue walking along outside – I’m in a neighborhood just taking the path in front of me, when a woman approached me. She said, “I know I don’t know you, but God spoke to me and told me that you are going to adopt a Native American baby.”

Confirmation. I thanked the woman and continued my walk.

Then another woman approached me. She was holding a baby, about 10 months old, wrapped in blankets. He was sitting up, holding onto her arm as she carried him towards me. She handed him to me and then walked away.

I looked at his beautiful dark skin and beautiful facial features. He had a thin head of dark hair. I got excited as I visually explored every feature about him. “He’s going to be so much fun!” I thought. The idea of having another boy was exciting. They are rough and tumble, full of adventure!

And then the time came for me to change his diaper. So I laid him down and to my surprise, I discovered that my Native American baby was a girl! Disappointing thoughts swirled through my head. I mean, I had plans for this little boy, and now I know it’s a girl and it’s just…different! While I know girls can be full of adventure, and even rough and tumble, there’s a little bit more tenderness required in raising a girl. Their little emotions make them a little more fragile. If I don’t take care of this little girl emotionally as well as meet her physical needs, then I know I’ve failed her. That thought just scared me.

“Okay.” I thought to myself, “God gave me this child. He knew she was a girl. I am going to be happy with this little girl and do my best to raise her the way He wants me to.” It took some time to shake off the disappointment, but I knew it was God’s will for me to have this little girl. I knew I was capable of being a good mom to this baby.

As I made my way walking along the path with my new baby, I began to wonder. How many children is God going to give me?

He answered me and said, “I am going to give you 10 children.”

I started counting the children I currently have (before the Native American baby) – 5. I’ve only received half of them. I’m only half way through receiving my children from God! The idea that I was going to receive that many more children seemed impossible, but I knew that God was going to make it happen – with God, all things are possible.

Then I woke up.

So when I told my mom about my dream, she got online and started looking up symbolism in dreams. We both know that you have to be careful when looking into that stuff and I do my best to avoid superstition, but what she found amazed me.

• Native American often refers to something spiritual, such as a spiritual journey.
• A baby often means the person is reflecting on a new beginning.
• The number of children God told me He was going to give me didn’t necessarily mean moves, but I felt like it meant church families/relationships. We’ve developed close ties with a few churches (and by churches I mean the people) and still stay connected to them wherever we go, so I feel like those churches, those relationships we’ve developed are my children.

So that’s when it hit me. This whole move, all the questions I’ve asked God knowing we are going to continue moving…dealing with the unexpected change – that’s what this dream was about.

I know this move has something to do with our spiritual journey. God has a purpose for us moving here to Cincinnati…I’m walking on that path He’s set before me. The baby is a new beginning, we are somewhere new, and the sex of the baby, well…it wasn’t where I expected to be moving. I thought we’d either stay in SC or move to Arkansas. But several months ago God told Scott something unexpected was going to happen and to be ready for change, and when we were told we were going to Cincinnati instead, well, that was when I discovered the sex of my baby.

I won’t be surprised if God reveals more to me as I continue taking care of my Native American baby…and as far as God telling me how many more children I am going to have…I guess now I just have to wait and see if I should take that literally, or if it was just my subconscious giving me an answer that I’ve been wanting for so long!