for nearly 20 years, i have had some variation of the same dream. it's not one i will disclose here, nor do i ever talk about it. but i often wonder about it.
the Bible tells me that "dreams come with many cares" (Ecclesiastes 5:3 NIV). but i find this particular dream happens even when my mind is as carefree as it ever can be. though it also happens when i am in the depths of cares.
over the years, i've decided that when the dream comes along, i'm meant to pray. the maddening thing is that i don't know what i am supposed to be praying for. the comforting thing is that God knows exactly what it is, even if He doesn't let me in on it.
two nights ago, i had the dream. i woke up contemplative. i prayed. and prayed. and prayed. and i felt a tenderness of God wrapping me in His arms. i had gone to bed happy and not thinking of anything to do with said dream, but woke up with my heart heavy and it continues on this week. so i continue to pray. and trust that God is active and loving and good even when i am blind to what He is accomplishing.
if i didn't believe this dream was from my Father, i would literally be driven crazy. but i believe He has His reasons. i learned long ago to just trust those.
because He is so, so good.
