a dream

I'm not one to get worked up over dreams. In fact, I hardly ever dream at least that I can remember. Except for on Tuesday night. Have you ever had a dream that seems so real that you wake up feeling like you're still in the dream? 

What I can remember is this.

I was looking up at the sky. I was all alone in this open area, but I knew where I was. I was in Haiti. I look at the ground and I'm standing in a muddy area in the middle of this tent village. I look to my right and I see these babies lying in the mud. I instantly scoop them up and take them to grassy land. I clean them somehow and look back. When I look back, I am amazed. I see women with children just flooding to where I was. They're speaking to me, but I can't understand. I do know that they trust me because they are handing me their children left and right. I'm cleaning them up and taking them to grassy land. Doing all that I can do to keep up with all the children. Then I wake up.

When I wake up, it's like I'm still there. Half asleep, I am feeling around for the children. 

Now, like I said, I'm not one to think much of dreams.  But this one has me tore up! What does it mean? Does it mean anything? I just don't know. I go back to sleep and that's that.

I'm reading through Psalms right now. On Wednesday morning, I opened my Bible to this:  

Psalm 10:14b You won't let them down: orphans won't be orphans forever.