I had a dream on Sunday night. I was sitting on a bench, on a street (have no idea where the street was), talking to one of the leaders of LifeChurcht.tv. Out of nowhere (that happens a lot in dreams, doesn’t it?) my family appeared. It was my mom, my two brothers AND my dad was with them. I noticed my dad and gave him a big, long hug. Dream over.
So, what’s the big deal? Well, my dad died over 7 years ago. As I hugged him, I could tell that he was sick. And, as I embraced him, I realized that I was dreaming and that I was getting an amazingly sweet gift from God. A hug from my dad. Wow…
I’ve thanked God a lot the past two days for that gift and I’ve been asking myself if my life is a sweet gift to those around me. Too often, the answer is a resounding “NO!” Too often, I’m a sweet pain in the ___. I pray that my life can be a gift to those lives that intersect mine. (Ephesians 5:2)
Dinosaur tippers are a gift to those around them. How about you? Who in your life is a sweet gift from God?
Thanks Brian. That’s awesome.
I’d have to say that like you, especially lately, my life is most often a sweet little pain in the ___ to those around me. Maybe thinking of it in this particular way will help me remedy that a bit. It would be a pretty sweet gift to my family this Christmas if I could!
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too many issues here to comment… makes me long for a relationship with my father, better than the one I’ve always had.
Quite often God will speak to us in dreams as there are no other distractions. It’s a private audience and time for one on one. It’s also a place where we can connect with those long gone. It’s good that you were able to see this as a gift.
I had a dream like that about my Mom after she died. (We all seem to reach out in dreams in our family). It was Mom, my oldest daughter Rachel, who she helped raise until she got sick ( when Rachel was almost 7), and me. We were some kind of amusement park/Victorian Village. We had lived in Northern CA for awhile, and that’s where her ashes, and my Dad’s are. Anyway, at the end of the dream, we were getting near the exit, and she turned and looked at me and said ‘Do I have to be sick now?’ I just looked at her and shook my head, no. When she was in ICU the doctor she had was Rachel’s teacher’s husband, and the surgeon would come in and say, ‘i’m praying for you’. and she’d say ‘Thanks’. She was raised Catholic, but we never went to church. When she died, she was alone-she probably told the nurses not to call us when her breathing got rough. We had seen her the day before. So I struggle, wondering if I will see her in heaven. I hope so, but I don’t know. Same with my Sister, Cathy and Brother, Mitchie. Life’s too short as it is. God gives us wonderful gifts everday. Thank you Brian, for reminding me. God Bless us all.
I had a dream like that about my Mom after she died. (We all seem to reach out in dreams in our family). It was Mom, my oldest daughter Rachel, who she helped raise until she got sick ( when Rachel was almost 7), and me. We were some kind of amusement park/Victorian Village. We had lived in Northern CA for awhile, and that’s where her ashes, and my Dad’s are. Anyway, at the end of the dream, we were getting near the exit, and she turned and looked at me and said ‘Do I have to be sick now?’ I just looked at her and shook my head, no. When she was in ICU the doctor she had was Rachel’s teacher’s husband, and the surgeon would come in and say, ‘i’m praying for you’. and she’d say ‘Thanks’. She was raised Catholic, but we never went to church. When she died, she was alone-she probably told the nurses not to call us when her breathing got rough. We had seen her the day before. So I struggle, wondering if I will see her in heaven. I hope so, but I don’t know. Same with my Sister, Cathy and Brother, Mitchie. Life’s too short as it is. God gives us wonderful gifts everyday. Thank you Brian, for reminding me. God Bless us all.
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