“You know what I long for, Lord; you hear my every sigh…” (Psalm 38:9)
As I opened my eyes to the morning light streaming through my bedroom blinds, I quickly realized it was just a dream. With the name “Rebecca Grace” still ringing in my ears, I re-closed my eyes and, in hope of falling back into that glorious state, began thinking back through the visions that had just moments before played out in my mind while slumbering so peacefully – visions that had filled my whole being with a happiness that had brought forth real tears of joy -tears in which were now trickling slowly down my cheeks.
While dabbing at those tears with the sheets, the light from the room in my dream filled my mind once more. Its soft white glow, like that which streaks through a wall of clouds in the sky when the sun’s moved behind them, lit the rooms surroundings, giving all the details and the edges of it that familiar, fuzzy, dream-like appearance. Though I was wide awake this time, all the contents of the room again sprang into view - from the stark white color that seemingly poured over everything from floor to ceiling, to the two woman, who were also clothed in white, that were moving quietly but purposefully about the room preparing. Then there was me on a bed, where I had sat peacefully, comfortably, and silently in the dream, watching and wondering just who these two women were and what were they preparing for – two questions for which I now already knew the answers to. They were the two Mary’s…the two from the Bible…the two who were with Jesus through His crucifixion on the cross, and they were there to deliver a baby…for me…a baby girl who they’d call Rebecca Grace as they’d handed her into my arms.
Again, tears welled up in my eyes and spilled over, only this time I let them freely flow. Opening my eyes, I quietly peeled back the covers and tiptoed over to my desk. I had to know. Why Rebecca Grace? ...