I’ve been dreaming a lot lately. Trouble is, I don’t remember most of them. I make the transition from dream-filled sleep into semi-consciousness… still vaguely aware that I have had a rather involved, content-rich dream. Yet, in the imaginary blink of an eye (since my eyes are still closed), it vanishes.
Until last night.
I awoke and remembered every detail of my dream vividly. I was having a very important conversation with a brother-in-Christ. I have barely seen him in the last year. I haven’t sat down to talk with him in probably longer than a year. Yet last night, in my dream, I was having a penetrating, eternally-significant conversation with him. This morning, wide awake, I remembered every word of our talk. I didn’t think much of it…
Until this morning.
I saw him. When I heard what he had to say, my eyes filled with tears. Because I heard Your still, small whisper: “The dream was prophetic.” We agreed to meet soon… whenever You say the timing is right. But my question is this, Lord: How do I say in Real Life what You inspired me to say in Dreamland?
If only he would hear. If only he would listen. If only he would turn around.
“As the rain and the snow come down from heaven, and do not return to it without watering the earth and making it bud and flourish, so that it yields seed for the sower and bread for the eater, so is My Word that goes out from My mouth; It will not return to Me empty, but will accomplish what I desire and achieve the purpose for which I sent it.” (Isaiah 55:10-11)
Give me Your words, Lord.