A few weeks ago I had a strange thing happen. I was awakened at 4 one Sunday morning. I literally felt like I had been shaken awake. As I sat up in my bed I felt that the Lord wanted me to pray. Different people and various circumstances came to mind, and I lifted them up before the Lord. I went back to bed at around 5 a.m., and I had an allegorical dream that reiterated how important prayer is.
I dreamed that there was an upper room to my house that I had never entered. Finally one day I decided to go up there, but the way was steep and narrow and laden with thick, sticky spider webs. I had to fight my way up the stairs, but when I got to the top and opened the door, I was amazed. There was a giant warehouse. There were many gifts. There were gifts for my children, for my friends, for my family and for me. There were many practical things as well. There was furniture, various household items, warm coats, lamps and even food. I woke up and thought about the dream for a long time. Maybe that dream was a culmination of things that have been on my mind and whatever I ate before bed, or maybe that dream was a reminder from the Holy Spirit. Whatever the source, the dream spoke to my heart and reminded me of the importance of prayer.