A common story (composite, for illustration)
Think of a nurse we’ll call Chiamaka, living in Houston. She woke at 4 a.m. from a dream of eating at a long table in her grandmother’s village while a stranger kept filling her plate.
Before her alarm rang she had prayed a frightened prayer, read three websites that contradicted each other, and arrived at a twelve-hour shift exhausted and afraid.
What changed was not a new interpretation but a new pattern. She learned to test the dream by Scripture, bring it to God calmly and return to sleep in His peace. “I don’t fight from fear,” she realised. “I fight from rest.”
