She Dreams

My long-time friend Dee and I were talking on our cell phones Sunday while I was crossing the Sound on a ferry. I was visiting my daughter for lunch and transferring my granddog back to her after a week of visiting with me, his Grandma.

Well, my friend Dee is hanging on to her sanity by a thin thread right now. She is about to lose everything she has because of bad decisions in her life. We both commented on how we both have noticed that we have stepped a bit back from our relationships with God, that we weren't doing the same things we used to. Things like ...well... more prayer, more of reading the Bible and setting aside time for Him.

We both told each other that we will become accountable to each other this month and speak every other day, write our goals down on paper and read them to each other and make a plan to get there. I know I have to find a different church to attend, a church where I will fit better. I love the church I attend now, but I know there is a better fit somewhere else.

So, we made a pact to get back to living our lives more in a Biblical fashion.

I suggested that we don't go around stoning people though. We agreed to leave that part of living more like the Bible out. I don't think Jesus would mind.

I guess with all of talking with Dee and with me looking around on the internet for a new church, last night I had this dream:

A boy was walking down the street throwing wadded up yellow papers at my neighbor's houses. I knew he was an angel. When he passed in front of my house I reached out my hand and was so afraid I wouldn't catch the ball of paper (I can't catch to save my life), but it landed right in my hand. I asked for another one and my neighbors all told me that wouldn't be possible. But the angel threw me another. I asked for another and another and I wound up with 5 before he walked on to another house.

As I opened them up inside each one was a prize. A gold coin, a gold trinket, a silver coin, and a stamped piece of gold. It was a stamped with a seal that read, "you belong to me" in Hebrew lettering. When I opened the last gift it was a brilliant pear shaped sapphire ring with a card. The ring fit my right finger perfectly. The card said, something to the effect of "Many blessings on your engagement, Love, Jesus Christ".

Just then Jesus came to my front door. Everyone inside bowed, so I did. Then He walked passed us and looked up and started laughing. People stood around Him, but kept their distance. I just walked right up to Him and he pointed to my ceiling and said, "Nice job on making the hole those guys used to lower the sick man to get healed into a pull down door". We both were laughing about it. He walked around my house and then He was gone.

Whenever I have a dream like that I've got to wonder why. What is the meaning? Or does it even have a meaning?

It was a wonderful dream either way and at least I made Jesus laugh.