Yesterday I had a dream. Well I actually had a few different dreams in between waking up and falling back to sleep a few times. The first dream that I vaguely remember was a nightmare that had something to do with a murderous person or people. Though I don't remember, I would guess that I spent most of my time in this dream running around for my life. I believe this evil was the fruit that birth from watching the Scott Peterson story earlier that day, not once but twice. So to that I will simply say GUARD WHAT YOUR MIND TAKES IN. The End.
In the second dream I vividly remember the ending. I made my way up the stairs to the front entrance of a huge, dark-forest-green mansion-like home. A childhood friend came out, with whom I had a brief interaction with. Soon after I ran down the stairs and around the corner. As I made my way down the left side of the home, my feet began to rise off the ground and before long I was hurvering over what seemed to be a roofless home. I saw the lay out of each room, most of which were empty- furniture yes, but human life no, except for maybe one. As I looked around I remember asking God in my spirit, " what was the purpose for allowing me to see this?" It may have seemed like a pretty straight forward question, but I knew that my reason for asking the question was rooted in fear. "Why the heck was I flying above this home? There was nothing comfortable about this. Flying is the last thing my wingless self should be doing so why am I up here?" Immediately after this question was asked I was sucked out of the sky before one could count one, two, three. I landed next to a woman and man who didn't seemed to be on one accord. Shortly after I work up.
I told part of this second dream to my housemates. In a nutshell I drilled home how fear has a way of keeping us stuck on the ground, hindering us from going where God wants to take us. No longer will I continue to allow fear to rob me, rather I will trust that my Creator "got me" on this unknown journey ahead of me.
When I rose yesterday morning my prayer to God (like most days) was to allow me to be a vessel. "Lord use me for your glory, how ever you see fit." Reflecting on my day, I believe my prayer was answered.
Random I met Elijah yesterday afternoon. Near the close of our conversation I asked him 'what was the key to ending his four-month bout of homelessness'. "Perseverence," he replied. 'When you fall down don't stay down, get back up again.