Each month I ask the Lord to give me one significant dream that will speak to me and to you who visit this BLOG. So here we are, the first week of November, entering a traditional time of feasting, giving thanks; surrounded by family and friends, eating special foods, unabashedly sharing tender, tearful, outrageous, unforgettable, hilarious memories and expressing hope for our futures, regardless of how difficult present circumstances may be.
This is the beginning of a "good season" which can turn "not so good" if we pile up new debts, get overwhelmed with activities and emotionally wind up and down like a "Yo Yo."
So put the "Yo Yo" away. Ask God to remind you of all that is of real value - even if you have to swim through some clouded water as I did in my dream:
Here I was in a swim suit, standing on a boat dock that stretched out over the water, pointing toward the center of a lake. Several people in my group had jumped off the dock and were splashing around. Some were swimming vigorously, some just playing with water toys, beach balls, and floats. I knew I was expected to jump in and join them, although there was no pressure to do so. Bending over and peering into the lake I saw the water was cloudy, green with algae, weeds, tangled undergrowth. I preferred to stay on the dock. Several people pushed by me, jumped in, and I was the only one left there. Very few people remained in the water near me. Most swam away from the dock, following the shore line, moving toward a gathering further down the beach.
I reluctantly jumped and started swimming toward the center of the lake hoping the water would be clearer further out. I was still not far from the shore. Physical effort was required to stay afloat because of the ropes of seaweed circling my body. The smell was noisome, not pleasant. I tired rapidly. My feet refused to keep flutter kicking through the cloudy water. I started sinking down to the bottom of the lake. When water reached my chin, my feet touched solid rock beneath me. Rocks covered the lake bottom. The surface should have been slippery but wasn't. I could stand upright and walk without sliding off the rock. As I moved forward green tentacles of plants untwisted off my body and drifted away. I walked upright, paddling through water with my hands, steadily moving toward shore. Once I was near the sandy beach there appeared a well trodden pathway. Like an arrow it pointed toward a place filled with tables, chairs, and a group of people gathered there. Musical instruments were being played. There was singing and dancing. Some folks were stretched out on lounges or sitting in beach chairs, chatting; or clapping hands, smiling as they observed the activity around them. Laughter filled the air. Best of all an abundant feast was cooking on several Bar-B-Ques, loaded with all kinds of delicacies sizzling very hot burning coals. The air was fragrant with delicious smells. I could see little tendrils of smoke rising skyward from the Bar-B-Ques. Long tables, covered with colored cloths were loaded with bowls and platters of fruit, salads, breads, cheeses and other mouth watering foods.
The sun was setting behind a huge rustic hotel, built beside the lake, adjacent to the picnic area. Stars started to delicately light the darkening, sapphire sky. I asked someone near me, "Who is staying in that grand looking hotel?
"Why we are, of course. You already have a room assigned to you."
I really regret I never got to see the room assigned in my dream, never got to bounce on a big, comforter-covered bed that I'm certain was there. I woke up at 5:30 am in my own comfy bed - dream ended. But I know the feast was grilled to perfection and would have been wonderful to eat, beyond any cuisine I might have imagined. The promised hotel room is still waiting for me. Maybe this was a Thanksgiving dream after all? What do you think?
Comments:
Psalm 27:5-6
For in the day of trouble he will keep me safe in his dwelling; he will hide me in the shelter of his tabernacle
and set me high upon a rock. Then my head will be exalted above the enemies who surround me;
at his tabernacle will I sacrifice with shouts of joy; I will sing and make music to the LORD.
Psalm 27:13
I am still confident of this:
I will see the goodness of the LORD
in the land of the living.
My Friend Ellen said, "This dream reminds me of Isaiah 43 that tells us that when we walk through the waters they will not overflow us. She also quoted the 23rd Psalm, all about green pastures, still waters, and the watchful, caring of the Lord for His children in every situation.
Glennys said, "The lake represents the world, not always so pleasant to swim in. The rock foundation at the bottom of the lake represents "Jesus, the Solid Rock". the Bar-B-Que celebration filled with music and dancing is likened to the "Wedding Feast of the Lamb." The spacious log hotel is a place where we have a reservation held just for us. "
What do you say?
