by Bunmi Laditan
Since October 7th, life has not been the same. Israel was rocked, but so was the entire Jewish world. Being a Jewish mother, I didn't know what to tell my children. As the entire world turned against Israel, I didn't know how to explain that wearing a Star of David may not be a good idea to my oldest. I didn't understand how to convey that even though they were children, they would be hated by some just for being Jewish.
It was a time of darkness. I was glued to the news. Every day the hostages faces would flash before my eyes.
But there was one hope: Yeshua. Since putting my faith in Him, He's guided me. Helped me. Freed me from so much pain. I haev the gift of a relationship with God and know for certain that one day I will live with Him forever. The same goes for my children who also believe.
It has come with a cost. We are not part of the Jewish community in the same way we once were. While we have many Jewish friends and still take part in Yom Tovs and Purim events, it's like watching from the outside in a way now.
But it's nothing Yeshua didn't face. And if we can be a light, one set on a hill, that bring more to the truth that the Messiah is here, isn't that more important.
In summer of 2024, I had a dream of about the Bibas brothers that I shared in my personal Instagram stories. I was nervous to do so. I know people are often mocked for sharing dreams in Christian circles, but in Judaism, dreams have significance.
I'd forgotten the dream for a few days after having it, but it came back to me as I was listening to K'shehalev Bocheh, by Israeli singer, Sarit Hadad. It's a song about a need for Divine help during distress.
In the dream, I was with my younger brother, the one very close in age to me. We are 17 months apart. We were below ground, walking through a tunnel, but not scared. There were classrooms in the tunnel and it felt very big.
Somehow we ended up outside. I was staring at a road, waiting for my parents to pick us up, but they didn't. I fully expected them to. I remember that feeling of waiting to be picked up. I felt more shocked than sad.
There were rough type men smoking cigarettes by a wall where my brother and I waited. They seemed uninterested in us, but were positioned as if they worked where we were. I wanted to ask them to give us a ride home, but it was like I didn't know how to say it or they couldn't hear me even though I was right beside them.
Suddenly, there was another Man there. I capitalize it because I've felt His presence many other times in other dreams.
I never saw His face but He was just to the left of me and it was an extremely comforting feeling of love and protection, but also quiet and supreme authority. Only Yeshua feels like that.
I'll never get over how He feels both so powerful and also humble.
He began speaking to the Men and told them to bring me home. That's when I woke up.
Yeshua loves children. When parents are not with them, He is there. When children are alone, He is there.
When the evils of life swallow up the most precious things in life, He is there. He is our home.
What I feel is that He was asking the men to do something right. Whether or not they do it...all humans have free will. But even so, Yeshua was with those boys. He is now.
The verse that came to memory as I shared this dream the first time was, "But Yeshua said, 'Let the little children come to Me and do not forbid them, for such is the kingdom of heaven."
Mattityahu (Matthew): 19:14
Take heart.
-Bunmi
Below are the stories I shared for anyone who would like to read the originals. I pray they bring comfort. Click to read.
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