HIS PLAN IS ALWAYS PERFECT
“He was about 4 years old and his hair was the shade of a coffee bean. He wore a white T-shirt, baggy dungarees and a little pair of suspenders. Who he was, I had no idea, but for some reason this little boy had been appearing in my dreams for weeks. Every night, I’d see him smiling at me, sometimes crinkling his nose and giggling. I felt very protective of him and would wake up feeling like I had left something unfinished. Who is he, Lord? What does it mean? I’d pray, longing for answers.
“One afternoon, as I walked back to my office after picking up lunch, I noticed a little boy coming toward me with his mother. The white shirt. The dark hair. The baggy jeans. My heart jumped as I realized it was the same boy from my dreams. I slowed my steps, feeling the same powerful surge of protection.
Just then, he spotted a dog across the street and darted into the road without looking. In a flash, I ran and scooped him up just as a car whizzed by inches from us.
“His mother, who had been looking at her cell phone, ran to us and swept the boy into her arms. She choked, clearly emotional. ‘If you weren’t there, I could have lost him forever.’
“I went a bit weak in the knees, but then felt God’s steadfast arms uplift me. The boy smiled and crinkled his nose with a giggle…and I knew without a doubt that I was exactly where God wanted me to be.”
—Jill Norton, 39, Bakersfield, CA