Presidential Prayer for Healing

Rushing for an appointment with the President and some other officials, I dropped Megyn in her car seat down a huge flight of steps. I watched in horror as she bounced with excessive force down each concrete step. The car seat flipped over and slammed her head before coming to a stop when it whammed into Kara Plank who was carrying Sadie in HER car seat.

By the time I caught up to Megyn, she was listless and had a nasty gash on her forehead that was bleeding profusely. I was distraught to say the least.

Suddenly, I found myself whisked to a stage in front of a live audience where I was seated with Michelle Obama and Joe Biden. Tony was across the stage from me visiting with Mr. President and some other important looking men. We were enjoying snacks, namely Doritos and Wheat Thins (which Joe Biden had never had before and wondered if they were good. Michelle concurred that they were, though it had been a long time since she'd had them!)

And then, I heard a voice. It was that of Mr. Obama, who was using a lapel mic to pray for Megyn's healing. Just as he was about to pray "in Jesus name", the mic crackled and cut out. There was an immense amount of commotion as we started to verbally speculate whether this was a convenient "out" when I woke up and found out it was all just a dream.

Baby Dreams

It's bad enough that I dreamed I delivered twin girls last night. But when I woke up, it was insane that I remember the names we had chosen and hideous as they were, they actually RHYMED!! Breanna (bree on' u) Marie and Lucianna (loo cee on' a) Luree. Mind you, these are NOT the kind of names I would choose and none of the above have even been contemplated for this child that is incognito. But whatever.

As for the dream, I'd had the babies on Saturday and was at my parent's (in the blue room, for my family who would be interested to know :) trying to get ready for church Sunday morning. I had no clothes for the babies, no baby towels or washcloths. And I knew that my family would have a FIT if my babies didn't smell good. So I was frantically trying to make due with the softest washcloth I could find, which still seemed scratchy on their soft skin. I was hastily washing Lucianna's neck when my mom hollered up the stairs and asked if I was ready. I flopped back on the bed in exhaustion and told my mom I was soooo tired. She said, "Well, go back to bed. After all, you DID just have the babies yesterday. If your dad can't understand you not being at church this quick, I guess that's HIS problem!"

I don't know where everyone else was but earlier in the dream, Kerrigan was fussing about having dress socks on with her little ankle boots. They kept slipping down inside the boot on her heel when she walked. So Tony and I were looking all over the pink room for a pair of her casual socks with better elastic. So I assume they were already down at the church or waiting downstairs for me. Just not helping me! The babies however, were identical and looked exactly like a photo that I have of Janae when she was about 2 or 3 months old. Too funny!

And in case you were wondering, I had chips with mustard before I went to bed.

I Dream of Janae

I had a strange dream this morning. I’m neat even going to try to interpret its meaning. I think I’ll forget about the strange parts and revel only in the one little tiny conversation that I had with my then 2 yr old daughter. That part was real. Very, very real.

In the dream, I had been in and out of sleep. I finally roused myself enough to realize that I was hearing the neighbor’s annoying lawn mower driving around my trailer. It was fall and he had been complaining that I had done the proper “yard prep”. It was driving him crazy but I didn’t have the energy or the drive to tackle it. I was in the trailer with my 2 yr old (who happened to be Janae) and my mother. We were all napping but it was past supper time.

I woke up, checked the meat that was on for supper and put on my coat. I was sneaking around the things outside trying to see what the neighbor (who had now gone over to his barn) was going to do next. I wanted to confront him but didn’t want him to see me until he was back on my property. Fall leaves covered every inch of the yard and there were trees scattered as far as I could see but not densely thick like a forest.

I could see my mom through the window in the kitchen fixing biscuits for supper. The neighbor was on his way back over to our place and I headed across the yard to meet him when out of the corner of my eye I saw a little girl in a purple corduroy jumper and cream turtleneck (an outfit she had in real life) toddling across the yard to me. I picked her up and squeezed her tight, then we had a conversation that went something like this:

Mommy: Did you tell Nonnie that you were awake?
Janae: Yep. I woke up kying.
Mommy: Oh, I’m sorry. Were you crying because you didn’t know where everyone was?
Janae: Yep. I started frowin a fit. Then I held my breath. But Nonnie prayed and Jesus healed me.
Mommy: I’m sorry that you were scared.
Janae: I sink I was sad, then mad, then bad.

And then I woke up. But that conversation was so very real to me. I could hear the inflection of her voice and exactly how she sounded at that age. And I had to grin because maybe, just maybe, I’ll get to hear that little two year old voice again in a couple years - if this next baby follows the pattern. Because Kerrigan was like Britnee, so shouldn’t the next one be like Janae? We will see.