Supernatural

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Zoë and I have been watching old episodes of Supernatural on Netflix.

Jared Padalecki, Jensen Ackles and Misha Collins?

Yes please.

The premise of the show is a little out there.  Sam (Jared Padalecki) and Dean (Jensen Ackles) are brothers.

(Very very hot brothers.)

They come from a family of demon hunters, and are tracking the demon that killed their parents.

A few seasons into the show, Castiel (Misha Collins) shows up to help them, who is an angel of the Lord.

(A very very hot angel.)

Sam and Dean learn they are destined to be vessels in the battle of Armageddon.

It is really intense.  And completely PG-13.

It is like a mixture of Scooby Doo and Left Behind.

(A very very hot mixture.)

Anywayyyyy, all of the freaky ghost and demon stuff has made for some pretty crazy dreams.  Not nightmares.  Just really vivid dreams.

I had a dream a few nights ago.

And now three days later, I still can’t shake how I felt when I woke up.

In the dream there were hundreds of children, and they were lined down the sidewalk as far as the eye could see.  And they were all expressionless, looking directly at me.

I knew they all needed something, but I didn’t know what it was.

So I just stood there.

And then one by one they started to disappear.

When I woke up, I just laid there in a daze.

You know those dreams right?

The ones where you’ve just been in the presence of someone you love and lost, but in the dream they are alive and well and life was good and right again?  But then some cruel noise or chill wakes you, and you’re right back in reality.

Well I’ve had several days now to over-process the few seconds of the dream that I remember.

And what I keep seeing is this eternal line of children all in need of something.

Twenty year old Angie wants to think she is being called back to a foreign land to some poverty-stricken mission field.

But forty-two year old Angie knows that life doesn’t have to be movie fodder.  My life isn’t an episode of Supernatural, where I’m ending pestilence and plagues with a silver dagger.  It is overly dramatic and immature to think that I need to move to Thailand or India or Nepal to make a difference…especially when there are children who need me right here in my own backyard.

I am working on ideas to expand Zoë’s Starfish into a giant Pay It Forward type of project.  And I hope you’ll get involved.

Zion has been loved and blessed by the generous donations of people who believed in the power of lending a hand.

Now it is our turn to utilize our resources and connections, and continue the fundraising campaign to help other families of children with autism.  And empower those families to help other families.

I wonder if Misha Collins will show up to help?

Hey…it could happen.

 

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