"Do all things without grumbling or questioning, that you may be blameless and innocent, children of God without blemish in the midst of a crooked and twisted generation, among whom you shine as lights..." ...Philippians 2:14,15
So I watched a couple Sid Roth episodes where folks encouraged us to pay attention even to our 'pizza dreams'. "God may wish to tell us something through them", they explained.
I was intrigued. Into the drawer beside my bed I placed a pen and a little Dollar Tree tablet so I could scribble dream details. You know, just in case.
Well, two nights later, oh my! I awoke from a dream with only one scene--
Standing in our kitchen, I spied something slowly rise from the center of our stove top. From across the room I realized it was the back of a head(!) Then just as the head cleared the enamel to expose a neck, it swiveled toward me and I saw the face. Mine! I gasped and awoke.
(Ha! I'll wager none of you ever had that dream.) ツ Creepy, right?
Well, as the Sid Roth folks said to, I asked God to help me interpret the dream. And you know? This is what I believe it meant--
I needed to rise above my recent annoyances with things-gone-wrong around my house.The slow kitchen drain, suspicious carpet spots, stuck kitchen window, the odd smell, etc. They'd occupied my mind far more than God's goodness, so I needed to fix what I could, accept what I couldn't, all while basking in gratitude rather than frustration.
I mean, after all: there's always something, right? Always something designed to keep us complaining rather than praising. It's time to stay above, rather than bogged down. To come up higher.
And you know? In the 9 days since that dream I've felt like a changed woman. Seriously!
Isn't it wild how often we must be reminded of principles already learned? How God desires we go deeper in our understanding, (and obedience), so we'll remember truths for, like, more than five days?
Complaining. Ack. Sometimes we cease complaining aloud about something, but does the complaint remain inside our hearts?
I'm thinking that's where I'd gone. To that grey, misty place where the habit of joy can't quite break through.
So how amazing of God to snap me out of it by 1.) Making certain I came across those dream tv episodes, 2.) Allowing me to recall such an odd dream, and 3.) Helping restore me to a good ol' Debra kind of daily joy by pointing at where I'd gone wrong.
How wonderful of Jesus to correct us, to do whatever it takes to help us live in joy the life He died to give us. Whew.
Complaining. It blinds us to what's wonderful and cheats us out of the special day/life we could have had.
Do you ever watch the HGTV show, Good Bones? I mentioned it here years ago, but I'm still more
addicted of a fan than ever. Mina and Karen decorate in a colorful way which will restore your faith in a modern-world-gone-clean-line-boring.
Another best thing? Prospective buyers walk through the houses without complaining(!)
I love their good-natured mother-daughter banter and oh my, I'll miss Karen's constant presence in the upcoming season, for she's retiring, yet will help with certain craft projects (I understand retiring, I do!).
But already I'm telling myself to still expect to love this show even though, yes, it's taking a hit not having fun-loving, unique Karen in all the scenes as before.
To check out some of their color-filled rooms,
" ... whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable--if anything is excellent or praiseworthy--think about such things." "You will keep him in perfect peace he whose mind is stayed on you because he trusts in you." ...Philippians 4:8, Isaiah 26:3