I had a vision that I was standing in front of a dam. Behind the dam I knew there was this great rushing water and it was God and all his plans. I was standing in this dry valley, sobbing, just begging God to break down the dam. I shared this with Alex. He said he felt the same way, but he was going at it with a pick ax, screaming. We both felt that we knew the plans God had for us, but we just could not get there. We were stuck in this place where our hands were tied, and we could not do anything. I knew that as soon as that dam broke, I would be carried away in a delightful chaos of God's plans for us.
When we knew that Alex was again going to be qualified for this position that God had promised him, we felt that the concrete of that dam was rumbling and cracking, and we were waiting in the still moments before it burst apart.
Alex had a dream that we were standing in a field watching a storm roll in. And in the dream, there were these words, "we're going to get wet." It wasn't a scary storm, it was the thrill of a great rain after a draught.
It was late last fall, and Alex had collected everything he needed for his application. He submitted it, and we waited, knowing that the head of the department planned to have someone chosen by December. What had been taking years, now seemed to be moving so fast.
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