This story happened about fifteen years ago and will be incorporated into my current work in progress or nonfiction transcript because HIS story is always timeless.
At school, I mentioned that we planned on vacationing in Seattle, Washington. I knew a few things about the area. It rained all year, there. There would be glacial mountains such as Mt. Rainer, nearby. We’d be staying with grandma in the campgrounds on a military base in Tacoma.
One night, before our summer trip, I had a weird dream. I stood in colorless mountains, which were very bright and glistening white. It felt extremely cold so my brain kept demanding a jacket, which was nowhere in sight. So, I ducked inside a library to read about the rainy season or year as is the case in that area. Giggling at my jumbled thoughts encountered in that dream, I reminded myself to pack a light coat even though our vacation occurred in July.
Staring out the window from the airport to our transient home in the recreation area, I asked, “Where are the mountains?”
“You can’t see them on rainy days because they have glaciers and are as white as the foggy conditions right, now.”
“I see,” but really didn’t understand because the Smokey Mountains were green and lush as well as very visible in most weather conditions. I kept this idea to myself while searching the skies for signs of the peaks.
After stopping at the gate to check grandpa’s credentials, the van followed a winding path through huge, majestic evergreens. My rambling thoughts- about their beautiful image blocking the hilly terrain- were interrupted by grandma, “Turn right at the library or you’ll miss our campsite, again!” The mention of the library took me off guard so I listened to them argue about the best way to their travel trailer.
As grandpa parked his van, grandma warned, “Pull on your jackets; it’s colder than you think outside.” She was right; for summer the fifty degree weather took us southerners by surprise.
The bigger shock was my dream being reality. How did I know all this stuff having never stepped foot in this area in my life? I was guided by God, He knew the white glacier mountains would be colder than expected as well as the fact that the campground sat near the Tacoma Military Base’s library. God’s Spirit guides us until and to Heaven.