Hosanna!

I had an odd dream this morning. Very odd.

Just like satan himself, deception was whispering lies into my ear. Literally. The dream is vague now, but I clearly remember the feelings it invoked in me.

Helplessness. Hopelessness. Despair.

All followed by a glimpse, a shimmer of false hope. False promise.

I remember feeling so overwhelmed. Unable to think. Unable to speak. I was trapped.

And then I began chanting "Hosanna!" Suddenly. Unexpectedly. Uncontrollably.

Over and over again. "Hosanna!"

Even after I woke, I continued. "Hosanna!" Like a trance.

Then I realized.
Finally it occurred to me.

I was sitting up right, with my legs dangling off the edge of the bed, "Hosanna!"

Needless to say, this was out of the ordinary morning routine for me.

Back to reality. Wisps of the dream returned and I began to understand what I was doing.
And Why.

I think I understand, anyway.

I then thought to myself, "Psalms 3 and 20!"

I've never had this experience in my life, just knowing what God wanted me to read. I doubted myself. Doubted God. But decided to obey, and I'm so glad I did.

Psalms 3 was a morning prayer. What better way to begin a morning after literally waking saying "Hosanna!" ?

Psalms 20 was a prayer for victory. Very appropriate.

It was such a meaningful moment in my life. I'm not sure how to explain it, or even if it's explainable, but just thinking about that feeling I had when I began to cry out "Hosanna!", well, it truly makes me weep!