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So Wednesday morning I awoke from a deep sleep and later groggily asked Tom, "Do you ever have dreams about attending high school class reunions?"
"Nope. Not ever," he answered.
I said, "Really? I do nearly every month. Hmm."
This last dream, wow, I can't shake it. On the planning committee, I helped with the Victorian decor (seriously? Victorian?) and well, it mattered. It mattered that my former classmates felt enchanted, welcomed, upon stepping into the beautiful room we'd designed. The time and thought we'd placed into tablescapes and all arrangements felt important.
People expressed appreciation, gratitude, toward being there, partly because of the effort we'd expended as a committee.
What also mattered? The life I'd lived after high school. While chatting with old friends, I sensed a vitalness that I'd not screwed up nor wasted my decades. This, too, mattered, almost life and death-like.
And just as that thought touched my mind, I awoke.
Perhaps in my recent writings you've picked up that I'm considering Heaven much. But hey! Not in a 'Jesus,-please-beam-us-up-soon-because-sheesh!-Life-down-here-is-ridiculous' way.
No, not even close.
Rather, when I reach Heaven, I want to feel grateful that I did what I did here while I still could.
Like, may I know I gave when God said, "Give." Money, time, condolences, encouragement, courage, greetings and thank-you's, even to the delivery folks upon my front porch.
Sounds tiny or insignificant? No, every single task God asks of us is huge--because He is. All that He does through us helps shapes this world in eternal ways even though it's a temporary place we're just passing through.
Everything we do now, matters. Every task or kindness is valuable. Important.
And will be--always.
"For God speaks in one way, and in two, though man does not perceive it. In a dream, in a vision of the night, when deep sleep falls on men, while they slumber on their beds, then he opens the ears of men..." --- Job 33:14
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Oh! This cottage was sincerely sweet.
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I love it when God makes Himself so obvious, for also on Wednesday? Tom and I watched Grimm (Gee, we enjoy that show) and toward the end, Nick and Juliette danced to the song, Tomorrow is A Chance To Start Over.
Oh, the song delighted me! I came upstairs, found it online (remember when, in the old days, we couldn't do that?) and played it over and over, remembering it upon my pillow and two days hence.
Beautiful, hopeful song, perfect for our times. A few lyrics:
"You are another day older
Soon you'll be through the dark
Tomorrow is a chance to start over
You'll re-ignite the spark
Tonight you can lie here on my shoulder
Soon you'll be through the dark
Tomorrow is a chance to start over
Start over again"
And may the shoulder of Jesus be incredibly real to you, my friends, especially these days in which we find ourselves living, days we can--still--make a fresh start each morning.
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"For if you forgive others their trespasses, your heavenly Father will also forgive you, but if you do not forgive others their trespasses, neither will your Father forgive your trespasses." ... Matthew 6:14,15
Oh! That beautiful cottage! ❤️ So accessories...and how about the views out the window?!?
ReplyDeleteEverything we do is important. Everything. I watched a video this morning where the man said it was so important to please God rather than man. He talked about little things too that so often we believe it doesn't "really" matter. Everything matters.
ReplyDeleteLoved that sweet little cottage too.
Blessings,
Betsy
"And may the shoulder of God be incredibly real to you." Love that! I, too, want to be faithful in the little things, as well as the big, because it all matters--somehow. I want to take a vacation to that adorable cottage.
ReplyDelete"Everything we do now, matters. Every task or kindness is valuable. Important."
ReplyDeleteI hope I have done well, but I know in my heart I have not always. So I rely on the closing verse of your post.