Normally, I would have waited to pray until after I nestled into my favorite chair with my Bible in my lap and tasted my first sip of coffee. However, this time, the urge to discover the relevance of my dream was too strong to ignore. The dream itself was nothing out of the ordinary. I was standing outside, taking in the beauty of nature. As I looked around, I saw a green pasture with fluffy white sheep nestled in its grasses. Overseeing them were a few shepherds, carefully tending to their flocks. As I looked on, I sensed God had other sheep in mind who needed to feel as safe as these did under their attentive watch.



