When the Dead Come Back to Life: A Dream of Hope, Faith, and Healing

Last night, I had a dream that left me in tears—but also reminded me of the power of faith and the presence of God in even our most broken places. In the dream, I was walking home from work with colleagues, and alongside me was Mercy-pregnant colleague. At some point, our paths separated, and I found myself in an unfamiliar environment. It looked old, dusty, and worn—a place that mirrored deep poverty. There, I met a grieving woman holding a lifeless baby in her arms. The child’s face was bruised with red marks, and the woman wept hopelessly. Nearby, another woman held the other two children. It became clear—this was a mother of triplets, and she had just lost one. What happened next was divine. I asked to hold the baby. I began to pray, speak life, and declare restoration over the child. Slowly, the baby began to breathe. The bruises faded. The child cried—and came back to life. The mother, overwhelmed with joy, held her baby once again. I told her, "Always pray. Believe. Have fa...