I awoke from a dream at 3:30 a.m.  In the dream I was flying in a small plane.  We were descending rapidly to a grassy landing strip somewhere in a place that seemed remote.

The pilot looked like he was going to overshoot the landing strip, but brought the plane down fast and hard.

Outside the plane, we found the poverty to be great.

The people seemed odd, and I realized, it was a land of special needs people. They'd been left behind - forgotten by society. We weren't much help to them.

I awoke and lay there. Reflecting, I realized that's how we tend to view those with special needs.  We leave them behind. We put them out of sight, out of mind. Like our old people.

If I enter their world I tend to do so fast and hard.  Landing and taking off suddenly.

And I realized, that's how we too often do short-term missions as well. We come in fast and hard in a needy place. Going there is a good idea, but the time spent may well need more consideration.

I've decided the dream may be from God.

What do you think?