Abdi handed us tiny cups of sweetened chai tea. It was a hot afternoon, but sitting under the shade of a tree and drinking the hot tea refreshed our bodies.

“What’s this tree called in your language, Abdi?” I asked, gazing into its branches.

He was about to answer when he suddenly started. “I just remembered a dream I had last night,” he said. “I was under this tree, and you both were here!”

Keith and I had arrived in Abdi’s village that morning. We were on a tour of the region, sharing about Jesus while searching for a future location for our team. In each place we visited, we prayed for God to lead us to persons of peace—individuals who open doors for us to share the Gospel in the community.

In this village, Abdi was one of the first people to greet us. He welcomed us into his home and took us to his farm on the edge of town where he proudly showed off his fruit trees.  We had been praying with Abdi, asking God to bless his land with fruitfulness, when he recalled how his dream had prepared him for our arrival.

“In my dream,” he recounted, “I was sitting under this very tree. It was full of fruit and I was gathering it. I gathered more than I could eat and then ate until I was full from eating so much good fruit. Then the schoolmaster came to me and told me we had guests. That must have been you two,” he said to us. “He called me to a banquet to celebrate your arrival. I went and sat down and saw the banquet all laid out, but I didn’t get to eat any of it because then I woke up.”

The rest of the day Abdi introduced us to his family and to many others in the village. Later, when we met with his friends, Abdi told them his dream, too. They all agreed that Keith and I must be the men from his dream.

Later, over a simple meal of rice and meat, we shared the Good News of the Kingdom with Abdi. With an open heart and curious mind, he peppered us with questions about how to follow Jesus.

At his invitation, we spent the night in Abdi’s home. We laid out the sleeping mats and let the day’s exhaustion wash over us.

But then, in the middle of the night, the police came. After a lengthy discussion with our host, they escorted us to the police station on the edge of town and said they would keep us there overnight. “For your own safety,” they insisted.

When they let us go the next morning, we left the village to carry on touring the rest of the region. Unfortunately, we didn’t get to say goodbye to Abdi and our new friends.

But we are not discouraged. God led us to a man who is eager to learn more about Jesus and who can open the door for the Gospel in his town. We’ll go back soon. And until then, we pray for more dreams that prepare Abdi and the other villagers to welcome the Good News and embrace Jesus Christ.

• Pray for God to raise up more persons of peace, like Abdi, who will gather others to learn about Jesus.
• Ask the Lord to give Muslim men, women, and children dreams and visions of Jesus Christ.
• Pray for God to lead Frontiers teams to strategic places to plant the Word of God and make disciples.

**This account comes from a long-term worker. Names and places have been changed for security.**

Original article: www.frontiersusa.org/blog/article/prepared-by-a-dream