Fortune telling

Some of you know that Seth & I are quitting our jobs and possibly moving to Texas. Yeah. Moving to Texas. I dunno. I can't really write all the details for it because it is very personal but needless to say our reasons are good.

Anyway, one thing about it is I am very nervous for the whole thing. It's a big change and there is some stuff going on with my family here- mainly gramps being on his last legs, our dog Floyd also on his last legs and my tolerance to stay at work on its last legs. There's reasons why I've been tense! Geez!

Soooo yesterday I waded through some emotion and thoughts. See: Passion Post and I figured I needed to relax. Bingo, I have pilates class! So I focused and stretched and worked those butt muscles and belly jelly muscles. When it was all said and done I felt lots better. Watched some tv with Seth and went to bed.

I dreamed I was on a highway. There were some spare trees and I was in a bronco or some type of SUV. I don't know who was driving. but I was in the back taking in all the scenery. My dad climbed over the seat and sat in back with me. He was excitedly telling me about all the places we would visit and showing me stuff outside the vehicle's window. He made me smile. I asked him if we would get a chance to drive up to San Antonio the next day. He looked at me with a warm face and huge smile and he says, " SO you think you can really live here? " Then I woke up.

I got this idea in my head that I should drive to Texas with my mom. That there is some secret that I need to unravel there and she is the key and Texas is the starting point. I called her today and she chuckled. She says I probably just got the dream in my head because we were talking about visiting Ohio ( where I was born). I told her it felt different, that I hadn't had a dream like that in a long time and that Dad being in it felt- special. I didn't go all holy spirit or prophetic on her- she wouldn't understand that, but I felt keen that God was trying to tell me- show me something and I needed to pay attention. It was spooky in a Jesus sort of way. I didn't tell mom about the going to Texas part, the timing felt off. I am going to pray about it instead. Maybe it was the ice cream sandwich I ate before bed. Maybe...