When You Go to Save An Orca…

Several weeks ago, I had a dream. In this dream my younger brother, older sister, and her four children went to Sea World with the intention of stealing an orca and returning him to the ocean. We had the orca loaded for transport when we realized one of my nieces was missing. I was worried sick that we would never find her, because I knew she would be too shy to ask for help. Eventually, we found her, but it took us forever to get her to speak, even to any of us.

The orca died in transit. I told my siblings and nephews he’d at least died on his way to freedom, but I had failed. I was relieved we’d found my niece, but I had failed in what I had set out to do.

I dream of this niece often. Distressingly enough, I once dreamed she died in my arms not long after she was born. Then, shortly after I moved to Oklahoma, I dreamed we were camping on a fireless, starless night, and she said, “When I sit in darkness, the Lord will be a light unto me.” People say she is a lot like me, this niece, and in these dreams, I think she symbolizes me.

I’ve said this here before: I don’t believe in lost causes. The more impossible a situation, the greater I believe its potential to be saved. And restored. And redeemed.

If someone is going to kidnap an orca and return him to his rightful habitat, it’s going to be me.

And that’s how I came to be here in Oklahoma: trying to restore a metaphorical orca.

It’s also how I lost myself.

I don’t write much anymore.

Don’t sing much anymore.

Don’t teach kids anymore.

Don’t build community anymore.

Add to that, the one thing I came here to see through is not going to happen.

I’ve been told (semi-jokingly) lately that I’m becoming a workaholic, but my job is the one thing I have going for me right now.

I am starting to miss the other parts of myself, though. Maybe it’s time to go looking for them. Coax them out into the open.

I guess we’ll see.

No more rescue missions, though.



One thought on “When You Go to Save An Orca…

  1. vallezc3 says:

    Hello Lydia

    I know where you, it’s as if someone has stolen your inner compass and you’re smack bang in the middle of the Pacific. My family and I have lived there since 2009. Only now in 2017 has this direction changed.

    During that time space, we lost our business and our home, we were also removed from the church and the outside world in order to be rewired under the meticulous hand of the Father. It is not a nice place to visit and its name is the valley of bones.

    He is about to do something new, something that will pull the Christian world back on track. But before He can do this He needs His specialised servants to equipped and ready to go.

    If you are in the valley with Him then get ready to see with new eyes and hear with new ears, everything you knew about God is about to get the blueprint version of the truth that Jesus had when He was here.

    Religion has stolen the bride and He wants them back – hence this action quickly coming our way. I had a vision in 2010 that showed me that after this interruption the world will not be the same again, including His church.

    I have said it before and I’ll say it again, I am excited for you. He doesn’t waste His time. If you are in the valley of bones and I’m pretty sure you are, then your future will be an eye-opener, to say the least. Your gift or calling in Him is about to get turbocharged but the rules are only when He says so. Microscopic actions in a spiritual world where people are oblivious to what is happening to make a delicate balance that only God Himself is able to understand.

    Obedience is paramount.

    I hope you are coping ok, this journey you’re on will take you to uncharted places inside you but only to bring out the best of you hiding within. You will be amazed how so much chaos can produce so much fruit.

    Good sailing and keep your head up.

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