Colossians 3:15
“Let the peace of Christ rule in your hearts, since as members of one body you were called to peace. And be thankful.”
My Dad, I love you. Thank-you for the gift of family, and thank-you for the strong connection I have with my sisters; they are such a joy and bring so much comfort to my heart.
You’re welcome Caroline. I love you. My daughter come, I have something for you today.
Dad please tell me. Please draw me close.
I love you, and all is well with you. Nothing is too difficult for me to do. Do you believe this?
Yes Father, I do.
Trust me completely and be anxious for nothing. Everything (your whole journey) is in my hands.
Okay Dad, thank-you for this.
Come my darling and rest -you are Mine.
Reflection:
Yesterday I didn’t have time to write because I went to my sisters house for the day, so todays writing is all about what I dreamt about two nights ago, December 10. It was so icy yesterday but my sister came with me and I drove slowly, though most of the way the roads were pretty good.
One of my sisters gave me another one of my favourite mugs, from Meadow Trail Pottery, though she got it at The Forks. I think instead of having sets of china dishes, I’d rather have sets of these; I like the more rustic look. Every mug and dish is handcrafted individually so they all look slightly different.
Two night ago I woke up some time in the night craving pumpkin pie, remembering how good it is… we’d normally have pumpkin pie at Thanksgiving, so I’m thinking now that maybe this is reflecting having a thankful heart, or it could simply mean that I crave pumpkin pie! Yesterday we started watching the latest series of “The Mysterious Benedict Society.” I think it’s neat that the ship the kids were on is called Shortcut, thinking that my hair in the back is far too short!
The Lord sometimes shows his intimacy with me in ways we do with one another, or as my husband (the church being the bride of Christ), and it completely draws me deeper into relationship with him.. I woke up at 3:57 with the words, “let’s go,” in my heart. In my journey with Jesus we’re always walking, and lately I’ve had the sense of what I call a pocket of time, coming to a close and that we’re walking towards a door that will take us into the next pocket of time. I received several dreams two nights ago and I’m not sure exactly the order. In this first dream I had parked my car outside somewhere and had walked a bit away from my car. There were two gifts in the trunk, one for Lucas and the other for Bella. Then I turned around and saw two kids steal the gifts from the trunk and run away with them. Bella was nearby and I wanted her to go run after them and get the gifts back, but I also didn’t want her to go because I didn’t want anything to happen to her. So then I yelled for my dog Coco to run after them, hoping she’d scare them too, but she didn’t go. Then I saw one of the kids throw the gift up really high into the air and it came down and crashed into the ground, breaking into pieces. Then Bella had run into that direction and fell onto the ground crying because her gift had meant so much to her. Then Lucas was by her, comforting her. I was quickly putting something away and then I was going to go to her to comfort her, but then she was okay and was walking on the road. I vaguely saw her looking at me and I called for her to come to me because I wanted to give her a hug, and then my dream ended. I don’t yet know specifically what this dream represents, but what I’m thinking is that something about this Christmas will be stolen from us.
If I could somehow step into this next dream, I would this exact moment… Jesus my husband and I could finally be in each other’s arms. I had my face in his neck and I kissed the side of his neck as he turned fully to me and put his left arm around me; I could feel his arm coming around me. Normally in my dreams I don’t physically feel, but in the parts where we were in each other’s arms I could feel it like it was actually happening. It was our first time that we could be in each other’s embrace and we were cherishing and holding onto every moment. Another scene where we were facing each other in each other’s arms and he said something like I was able to change my ring, like he was giving me permission and giving me a gift, and I said, “really?” like this could really be possible? and he said, “yes, because you don’t really like this one” (the one I had on), and I said yes, agreeing with him.
Then another scene where we were jogging quickly together in something that reminds me of a school hallway, running out of the building, and we were talking excitedly together. I was right behind him (I noticed that his hair had thinned) and I ran up beside him on his right and asked, “…because it wasn’t nine? and he responded, “no, because it was nine.” I saw the double doors a few meters in front of us when my dream ended. They were the kind that has a flat metal bar on each door that we need to push to get through. In my dream we had been in conversation and this was the ending of it and the answer to something. I’m thinking this could represent that I’m finished learning about something in this pocket of time, and that Jesus and I are about to step into what’s next in our journey together. This pushing through could also represent needing to push through another time of being on stage, which I’m gathering my courage to do so that it’s done before Christmas break!
I looked on Hannah’s Cupboard to see what it says about the number nine, and it says it represents judgment, finality.
In this next dream I was in the back seat of a vehicle and I was watching the scenery as it passed by. I saw a community residential building and saw a huge room that could have been someone’s really big rec room, but they had turned it into a theatre room; I saw many rows of long “church” benches that filled the room, all facing towards the front. Then I saw the community of people sitting in their family groups, together outside, and I saw a family sitting around a campfire. I think I saw snow and they were huddled together and keeping warm.
Then in this last dream I was standing in a wide hallway wearing a dress that came all the way down to the floor, and someone was standing behind me, helping me adjust it. I had feelings like I hoped it would fit, and it fit me perfectly after the person adjusted it to sit better on my shoulders. They needed to pull the front higher so that it hung better on my shoulders. I was looking down and saw the bottom of my dress and saw the layered lightness of the material as it touched the floor. Then I saw vaguely that a man, who was probably Jesus my husband, come into the hallway, and we began walking down the hallway together. I cherish these moments with Jesus…