What do you do when memories affect your dreams, and dreams have an effect on your dream? Have any of you experienced this?
Let me explain…
I have a friend (don’t you love those I have a friend scenarios?) who recently moved back to her home town after a quarter of a century. (Any resemblance of this friend being an author on this blog forum is simply coincidental.) Being “home” has been exciting…to my friend…as she re-lives memories of her childhood favorite swimming hole, places she rode her bike, and seeing the changes in scenery in the name of progress. All this has been fine and dandy until a few of the suppressed, not-so-fond memories began to affect her dreams.
Suddenly, my friend’s dreams in the night of days gone by remind her of who she was and where she came from: the bottom of the dog pile who felt like a dog’s pile at times.
My friend’s conundrum (oh wait…this may be the wrong blog for this) seems to be chipping away at her sub-conscious mind and leaving her sleepless in Seattle. So much so that last night she tossed and turned, upsetting the balance of life in her household. Her poor husband.
A quarter of a century is a long time. My friend is getting old. (Sorry, Friend, but the truth hurts sometimes.) One tends to hope that in the span of a couple dozen years you might have something to show for it all…such as fame, fortune, and fulfilled dreams. I get the feeling now that home feels more like a reminder of failures for my poor, old, friend.
I try so hard to not come at her with clichés such as:
- You are a daughter of the King, hold your head up high.
- Quote Jeremiah 29:11 until you’re blue in the face, girl!
- Don't let Satan remind you of your past, remind him of his future.
The steps of a good (wo)man are ordered by the LORD and He delights in (her) way.
And shut the front door, if I didn’t read the whole 37th chapter and weep softly in the wee morning hours…on behalf of my friend, that is. All of a sudden she was reminded that she truly is a daughter of the King, and He does have a plan and a purpose for her, and shock of all shocks, she outright told Satan where to go.
I’m thinking, even though my friend’s path seems to have taken the low road when she really wanted to take the high road…she’ll still get to Scotland…figuratively speaking… with her dream intact.
So, my fellow bloggy comrades, don’t let your past memories affect your dreams in the night. Don’t let those dreams at night have an effect on your dream because the King is delighted with you and He is, after all, the Dream Giver.
A (wo)man’s steps are of the LORD; How then can a (wo)man understand (her) own way? ~Proverbs 20:24