Deep sleep and vivid dreams

I softly say a silent prayer like dreamers do.
Then I fall asleep to dreams, my dreams of you.
Roy Orbison

Yesterday I had one, and today I had another; extremely vivid dreams. Moreso than any dreams I’ve had in a long time. The first included one of my grandfathers who passed away a few years ago. He wasn’t exactly in the dream, though. Here’s what I remember about it:

In the dream, I was thinking about the temptation of lust that men face, that I face. It can be a tough thing to keep under control and then my thoughts turned to my grandfather who served in World War II. While at war, he was away from my grandmother but then when he came home, the war ended for him and he was able to be with her again. It was clear to me that this was symbolic of the war I face spiritually. There is an enemy with weapons of war all around me, and yet I must win the war so we can be with the woman I love (wife, girlfriend, or the hope of either in the future). I also heard my grandfather’s voice in a greeting he left as an outgoing message on his answering machine. 

The answering machine part was out of left field, but it was so nice to hear his voice again. It was just as real as if he were sitting next to me right now as I type! I don’t understand dreams because of things like that, how real they are in the moment. Anyway, I woke up with such clarity about this battle I face. And to be fair, women probably face something similar, but I wouldn’t dare try to speak on their behalf!

A couple of Bible verses that relate to this dream:

“Do not fear them, for the Lord your God is the one fighting for you.” Deut. 3:22

“But I see another law at work in me, waging war against the law of my mind and making me a prisoner of the law of sin at work within me.” Romans 7:23


Today’s dream was about moving to a new city. Not the first I’ve had about such a subject, but here’s how this one went…

I had already decided to move from Nashville to somewhere north. But in the pit of my stomach this choice felt like the wrong one. Like, things here are building into something great, and I’m about to leave it all behind. Though it felt wrong, everything was already packed and a trailer was already hooked up to a Jeep Wrangler. My departure was mere minutes away when my Mom asked something about my leaving and I started crying. I asked for a particular DVD that I needed to watch in some sort of attempt to confirm or challenge my resolve to leave. I remember the scenes I watched confirming that I needed to stay, but wondering how I’d go about breaking the news. 

I woke up before officially deciding to stay or go, but knowing deep down that I would stay. And thank the Lord for that! I love it here, and don’t want to leave, even in dreams… which is kind of funny because I had a powerful dream before I decided to move here saying almost the exact opposite: it’s OK to move to Nashville. That dream was over 12 years ago now, and represents part of a very important time in my life.

A couple of verses that relate this dream:

“Whether you turn to the right or to the left, your ears will hear a voice behind you, saying, “This is the way; walk in it.” Isaiah 30:21

“Pray that the Lord your God will tell us where we should go and what we should do.” Jeremiah 42:3


Anyway, there’s more to think about with both dreams but what I’m taking from them now is that I’m right where I’m supposed to be, here in Nashville, even though it’s a couple of states away from my family who I love so much… and that there’s a war going on for the attention of men. Will I suit up and fight?


-Out of the Wilderness

The Legacy of a World War II Veteran, My Grandfather

For 32 years I’ve felt like I’ve had the luckiest life. My dad was in the Coast Guard, so I got to live in some cool cities, make some great friends, spend tons of time on the beach, and become best friends with my brother and sisters. Because I was born a thousand miles from where I live now and I went to three different high schools, you may say, “Oh, bless his heart!” But I’m telling you, I’m the luckiest person in the world. You may think that moving every couple of years would lay an unstable foundation for a family but you don’t know the whole story. You don’t know that this family has traditions. And one that continues to this very day is spending time with family in Florida. Every summer as a child our vacations were in Tallahassee and Monticello so that’s when I saw my grandparents the most. My experience is a bit different than some family who lived in Florida. They probably spent much more time with each other, but I’ll never forget the excitement of pulling into my grandparents driveways each summer when vacation started. I’ve got so many sweet memories. It’s just more proof I’m part of the luckiest family, probably since Mary and Joseph. For me, it all started with a couple of World War II heroes. One of those is my grandfather Foster Davis… Grand-daddy.

Receiving the Presidential Citation at a ceremony in Berlin, Germany

There are a lot of people that are proud of a lot of things. Athletes winning championships, or setting records. Scientists making brilliant discoveries. People accomplishing great things. But of all the reasons to be proud of anything, none of them, not one have the honor of being a Davis. That’s reserved for my family. So again, I’m telling you, I’m the luckiest person in the world because I get to carry on the Davis name as my middle name.

at St. Teresa Beach, Florida

 Some people aren’t proud of their names because their parents or grandparents didn’t care about setting a good example. But Grand-daddy set a great example. He had a choice just like everyone does. He could’ve lived more selfishly, he could’ve disengaged from the family, from his kids and grandkids. But I’ve got a Bible that proves he wasn’t like other grandparents. He wasn’t like other people. He wasn’t like other men. He was way better. He and Me-Mom gave me that Bible 20 years ago and I want to share the message he wrote in it.

Dear Ben,
A little poem I learned at school as a small boy, part of it comes to mind; “Over the hills and through the snow, to grandfather’s house we go.” This Bible relates; we must go to our Father God’s house often, here in His word for instruction, guidance, inspiration, and for reproof and forgiveness. In my long years of life here on earth, at times the pathway has been steep and rocky, sometimes treacherous even, but by going to Him in prayer, in meditation, in reading His word, He has sustained me EVERY TIME. So He will for you. That is my prayer. “…the glory of the Lord shall be your rear-guard.” Isaiah 58:8
Grand-daddy Davis


That’s the Grand-daddy I love. The legacy that’s the Davis in me now. Last week was our family vacation in Tallahassee. I went fishing with my dad and brother-in-law. We were out there a few hours and decided to make a couple more drops before coming in to shore. On our last stop, just before we let the anchor down, my dad’s phone rang. It was my mom saying that Grand-daddy took a turn for the worse so we needed to come in to go see him. During our ride back to shore, I looked over to my left and saw a pelican flying beside us, about 40 yards out. You’re probably thinking, “Um, so what? It’s a pelican, there’s tons of pelicans,” but we were about 20 miles from land so it seemed odd. For a few minutes this pelican flew inches above the ocean surface, perfectly at our same speed. I stared at the pelican for a long time, thought about Grand-daddy and knew God was near in that moment. I felt so lucky to see that pelican. I looked farther back and saw another pelican catching up to the first one. It wasn’t long before they were flying together, and soon they were out of sight. That little moment is something I’ll never forget because I know Sunday, July 24th, Grand-daddy was the luckiest person when he finally caught up to the one he was chasing. And now they’re soaring together above the crystal sea.

I love you, Grand-daddy. I’ll see you soon enough.