Our good-natured, fluffy golden doodle bared his teeth and lunged at our bunny.

Our bunny would have had significant injury had I not automatically reefed on his leash, so he bit the air next to the bunny instead.

Our dog had never before tried to bite our bunny. We were teaching our dog to lie submissively when the bunny was near. The two animals often touched noses, and sometimes, tail wagging, our dog licked the bunny.

But not on that day.

Immediately before this incident, I relayed a dream I had the night before to my husband and daughter. It was about a bunny mauled by a dog. The bunny was dead, or so I thought, but when I picked it up to bury it, I realized it was still breathing, but barely.

Was there a link between this odd dream I relayed and the bizarre, similar real-life event that happened only five minutes later?

We don’t want to be too quick to assume every dream is from God when processed pizza is the source most often.

But nor do we want to toss all our dreams, assuming God can’t speak through them.

How can we know when God may be speaking in a dream?

When we see something similar happening twice, it can be an indicator to stop, pray, and ask God.

For example, this happened in the ancient texts of spiritual wisdom.

When Pharoah had dreams of spiritual guidance, he had two dreams with a similar meaning, although the content was different. Same with Joseph. And God uses this pattern with me, I’ve noticed.

God says things twice to get our attention, sometimes.

So what was He saying through the bunny and dog dream, if indeed He was speaking?

In the whirlwind and confusion of my unprocessed thoughts, concerns, and worries, one person in my life seemed to be rushing into a situation, like a bunny, moving fast. And it was dangerous for her.

Help her, God seemed to be imploring me.

Help her to see the danger that she cannot see.

So I phoned her, and spoke my heart, and warned her.

And she listened.

Will she heed this warning and slow down? That is not a weight for me to carry. We all must live our own lives, choose our paths, and face our monsters we meet on the way.

Whenever you hear me say something, warn them for me. If . . . you warn [them] and they keep right on . . . You’ll have saved your life.

The Message

We held hands for a moment, walking together along our shared paths, her and I. And I spoke the words that seemed to be birthed by the heart of God through my lips; however garbled these words may have emerged, and however tainted with filth from my own life.

And we parted ways, with a wave, her and I.

So we look around in wonder as we journey because we don’t know who may touch our hearts with love next.

Because I wonder who will be burdened by God to blow like the wind so I move a little to the left or right, as God whispers to their souls? Who next must speak to me what it seems He is whispering to them about my life?

And life’s journey becomes a little easier to travel.