My Dad -I love your voice. I love walking intimately with you. I feel loved and valued because you love spending time with me. Father, help me to hear your voice today.
I love you my daughter. You have kept your steps close to mine.
Father, I had learned to hear and follow you closely before you led me to pause years ago. You directed me to wait, and it would only be through others that I’d know where I needed to go, which direction to take. This is a good reminder again this morning, and I believe I’ve learned this way of following you. Thank-you that you’ve made it this way so that we grow together as a family, as Christ-followers. My spiritual ears have opened more because of this, and it’s caused me to be more dependant on you.
My daughter, you are mine and have come a long way. It’s time to broaden your understanding. Come and follow me in this way -all is well with you my dear one.
Reflection:
This morning I was thinking about what it means to be a disciple of Christ. I think that being a disciple of Jesus means having an open heart to be disciplined by the Lord so that we can become disciplined people who follow God closely. Having grace for ourselves in the midst of this journey because making mistakes is part of life and the learning process, which is also a good thing because it keeps us humble and gives us the opportunity to get back up so that our muscles of resiliency can grow.
The Lord gave me a few dreams last night which I’m excited about because I’m hoping it means that I’m walking steadily again and have left discouragement behind. In my dream I was sitting on the foot-end of what felt like a bunk-bed. I was sitting on the higher bed, vaguely looking at a row of books on a bookshelf, high on the wall. In my dream the title of a sermon I heard a few months ago was clearly in my mind, and I had a knowing that I needed to study and learn a people-group’s way of life because in doing this, I’d find hidden knowledge of how to grow closer to God. These were like hidden doors that held secret passageways into God’s heart that would help me follow and know God more intimately.
In the other dream I was busy doing the tasks that I needed to do when something else was added to my plate; I needed to prepare lunch for two children. I already felt like my plate was full when this was added. I didn’t know what to prepare for them for lunch so I looked around and saw underneath some shelves many already cooked, pan of potatoes. I thought I’d quickly make a potato salad. Then when I had them in my hands, the potatoes were already cut into fries that I needed to fry. When I had gathered enough and had put them down onto the counter, most had disappeared and the few, maybe two, that were left were black and had turned into beetle-like bugs that had legs and were walking away. I thought, how can I make fries from these, and they began walking away.
Then in another dream I was telling someone who I didn’t see, all that I needed to do, and after all that, I had an exam at 1:00. In my dream I looked at my round, analog watch-face and saw that it was 12:45, and that I had 15 min until my exam. Here I’m thinking that I’m always on my guard -when will I not be tested?
Then in the last part of my dream I was coming downstairs from the second floor because I had heard the doorbell. I may have heard it twice because I hadn’t been in a hurry to go and answer it. When I opened the doors, I saw our neighbours who were happy and were excitedly expecting to see their daughter instead of me. They had begun to greet their daughter before seeing me and so they abruptly stopped when they saw me. I also had been waiting for her to answer the door but noticed that she wasn’t there -not sure if she was in the house. In waking life my neighbours have two children but aren’t married, and are only together when things are going well. In my dream they were doing well now and were happy. I think in my journey, through communication, the doors were opened for reconciliation. The process of reconciliation is tough but worth it because of the peace that comes afterwards. It’s easier for me to write than to speak because I’ve been quiet all my life, and following the Lord with doing my recordings has been difficult because of that. On another note, I know that the Lord rested on the seventh day ;I’m sensing rest soon, so I’ll keep recording until this is more clear to me. Blessings…