A silly joke that I sometimes shared spoke of an older man looking for a wife. He was a simple man from a rural community and must be in desperate straits for he uncharacteristically decided to put up an ad in the local papers. It read:
“Man seeks wife with tractor. Send image of tractor..”
I never anticipated I would get sent a tractor image. I have only seen pictures of tractors and they hold absolutely no charm for me. But when I awoke that morning from a ‘tractor dream’, I was not the least bit amused.
A messy protracted subversion had infiltrated the community when a couple raised heckles about the way things were being done — casting spurious and serious aspersions against the leaders. Being a community of faith, our approach is to typically be ‘nice’ and patient. But there was no budging for these two, and for some reason, none of us in leadership could agree on the best way forward. In the end, a key leader who had galvanized the community to new heights despairingly stepped away, leaving a gaping hole in the organizational leadership.
Then I had this dream.
It’s the kind of dream with dramatic episodes, but they progressed in swift succession, all involving vehicles. The first vehicle looked to me like one of those monster trucks so I backed away from it. Then came the tractor, which I declined as I simply would not know how to get it moving. The final vehicle too wasn’t my regular ride, but I did manage to maneuver it and get it parked decently.
What would you make of a dream like this? To me, it felt like a signpost. I was deeply concerned for the community and my first instinct was to step up to the plate and take over the role left behind by the leader even though I had just given birth to my son. The dream cautioned me to be very careful not to assume a truck or tractor I was not meant to drive.
As I prayed and assessed, I finally stepped away from the community — weeping almost daily for her for a year — because I felt I was meant to take on something new that would fit me better. I had no other clear work option in fact, but raising my family is always a high priority, so I settled in to refocus on my son. As it turns out, he…