Context: Ok, now when you’re reading this I need you to put it in the context of possibly you and I having a cup of coffee, there’s a slight, relaxed lull in the conversation and all of sudden I say: Oh my gosh! I just remembered this amazing dream I had last night!” Then it becomes one of those things where I just start blurting out the bits and pieces of what I remember of my dream. This is just “Raw Carissa” at this point with a clear showing of how random my brain can work.
Significance: Because I’m an insomniac I rarely get to dream at night and if I do I hardly ever remember them. Nightmares unfortunately are a different story. However, if I get into deep sleep long enough to dream it’s pretty powerful stuff for me. I’ve also been all the page this past week on looking for a place for Sparrow so God is loving me in my sleep.
I remember I’m standing on a piece of land close to my house. It’s one I’ve driven past a million times but I’ve never stepped foot on it. It looks like it’s pretty early in the morning because its sort of gray and hazy. And it’s one of those dreams where I’m observing myself. I’m just standing on this ground and the wind is kinda moving my hair across my face but that’s really the only movement. It’s misty with a slight chill in the air but not crazy cold.
Oh and then I look up at a flock of birds that were disturbed and they fly across the backdrop. It’s really still and quiet but I’m somewhat cognizant of just a few cars driving past, just morning stuff getting ready to happen.
Next thing I remember the ground is being dug up in a purposeful but not erratic way. Just shovel after shovel. I’m not really concerned about who is doing the digging or what is doing the digging. I just remember kneeling down and scooping up that really moist, dark dirt and lifting it to my face to catch the scent and then letting the dirt fall between my fingers back to the ground. All this time the digging is continuing and the hole is getting bigger and bigger and then I realize I’m standing in the middle of a dug out basement.
Then a fury of movement happens like in a time release video. Backhoes, and concrete trucks are moving in and people with clipboards and hard hats are directing actions and all of a sudden there is a poured solid foundation and walls.
Either the dream ends there or that’s all I remember. But the feelings left are not ones of apprehension or even anticipation. I just remember feeling contentment and completion. If I were to put words to it they might be “alrighty then, that’s taken care of.”
God Speaking To Me:
Psalm 127: If God doesn’t build the house, the builders only build shacks.
Psalm 84:3 Birds find nooks and crannies in your house, sparrows and swallows make nests there. They lay their eggs and raise their young, singing their songs in the place where we worship.
Luke 14:29 If you only get the foundation laid and then run out of money, you’re going to look pretty foolish. Everyone passing by will poke fun at you.
Hebrews 2:10 It makes good sense that the God who got everything started and keeps everything going now completes the work by making the Salvation Pioneer perfect through suffering as he leads al these people to glory.
Jeremiah 29:11 I know what I’m doing. I have it all planned out to take care of you, not abandon you, plans to give you a future you hope for.
So how’s that for the most randomly put together post ever written? Have you had some crazy dreams lately that have sent your soul soaring or your brain racing?
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