175 ~ Recurring Nightmare

By Kay Heitsch

I was raised as an only child. My parent had me later in life. My Mom was 38, and my dad was 40 when I was born. For most of my life, some people thought my parents were my grandparents.

Maybe because of this, I don't know, but my Mom had a recurring nightmare that I was kidnapped. She would wake up very upset.

Mom had always taught me to be friendly with people, but because of these nightmares, I was also pretty aware of what was going on around me.

We lived about 2 or 3 blocks from downtown. The highway US 131 ran through the town. Almost daily, we walked to town. Sometimes I would go alone to pick up bread or something we needed, but my Mom and I often walked together.

It was fun to see people that we knew in town. My aunt worked at the insurance company, so we usually stopped in to say, "HI." On the office counter was an iron that had melted from being left on too long. I'll never forget that! It was there to remind people to unplug the iron.

One day, when I was around 10, my Mom asked me to go to town and buy something. I was on my way home when a car, with a man at the wheel and a woman in the passenger seat, stopped. The woman rolled down her window and asked me to come over to the car because they wanted to ask me something.

I felt fear run through my body! I don't know if it was from my Mom's recurring nightmare or what. I turned around and ran back towards town and went into the closest store. I told them what had happened. The shop owner ran out, but the car was gone.

This happened to me twice as a child. As most of you can tell, I'm very friendly and I was as a child too. I genuinely believe the Lord helped me know that these people were up to no good. Maybe my Mom's recurring nightmares enabled me to be aware, too.

Remember how I led you on this long journey. Deuteronomy 8:2