DREAMS
Today on the way to hockey practice my daughter and I
discussed dreams. Our pastor also talked
a bit about our dreams this morning. He
said that we always had to test our thoughts and dreams to see if they were
true, noble etc. I have many dreams and
nightmares that I just discard because there’s no truth to them but I do not
believe that this should cause us to discard the precious dreams God gives
us.
The discussion started with me asking my daughter if she
could draw me a picture. I wanted a long
red brick house with a veranda all along the front and the roof covering the
veranda. Just a one-story building, no
basement, no second floor. This building
was standing east and west, on the west end there was a concrete pathway
leading south for about 50ft and there was a square red brick building which
had a flat roof and a water tank on the top.
About 50ft west of the main house which I described first was another
small house facing the main house with a covered veranda on the east side and
from that building there was also a concrete path leading to the main building
which connected to the path that led to the tank house. If you could get a birds eye view of this,
there were a lot of trees in the back. To
the north of the building and in amongst these trees there was a path leading
to the north starting on the east side of the building. This path was leading a little bit east but
mostly north to a dock that was build onto a lake. It was a narrow wooden dock with a bigger
square patio type dock on the end. On
this dock there were several men, approximately 5 of them, working to save
someone who had fallen into the lake a little ways from the dock. Is there
someone out there who can draw this for me?
One of these five men was my husband some of the others were
in-laws or maybe even my brothers. They
recovered the body and I remember it lying on the dock lifeless but it wasn’t
anyone I knew and I don’t remember any sadness but only admiration for the
bravery of my loved ones. In my dream I stood east of the tank house facing north
and looking toward the house. Out of the
house walked my mother-in-law and towards the tank house stood my
sister-in-law. I knew who these women
were, I knew they were my family and I could tell they knew me, it was this
feeling of being completely known, not who people thought I was or who I wanted
to be, simply me, exactly me, no hero or brat just me. I could tell I belonged and was so loved by
this family but I didn’t recognize them and had never seen them before. My mother-in-law looked over at me, seeing
the questioning look on my face, assuming I was looking for my husband, she
said, “your husband will be back shortly’”.
I looked over to the little house towards the west knowing that was our
home, my husband and mine, and saw my husband standing on the veranda looking
at me with so much love. I started
walking towards him and he came to meet me.
We met on the concrete path close to the tank house. I walked into his arms and he gave me such a
loving warm hug. Overwhelmed by the love,
I started to cry and told him, “I know you are my family and I can feel the
love but I have amnesia, I don’t remember any of you so you will have to help
me”. With that I woke up. O man! Did I ever wish I could go back to
sleep and feel that love again.
I meditate on this dream a lot. Since Roderick moved to heaven I have often
talked about the great love people who have visions of heaven or have gone to
heaven when they died but then were resuscitated have felt. That’s one of the things they all seem to
have in common. They talk about being
loved and feeling loved with so great a love, greater then they have ever felt
before, I know Roderick feels that love now too and he not only feels it but he
also sees and knows that that same love is surrounding us whether we feel it or
not. I felt like God wanted to give me a
little taste of this love with this dream.
After I told my daughter this dream she told me she had a
dream last night that Roderick gave her a hug.
“We were in an arena and walked into this dressing room. Roderick sat on the bench and was undressing
from hockey”.
“He got up and gave you a hug?” I asked.
“Yes” she said.
I told her another dream that I had and she said that I had
interesting dreams. I told her she did
too. She often tells us about her dreams
in the morning.
“But yours have meaning” she said.
I told her only because I meditate on them and think about
what they could mean. “It’s no different
then yours when I wake up. But when I
meditate on them and think about what I can learn from them they become
interesting with meaning. I also have
nightmares that are scary but I know those are lies so I discard them.
That is so with everything in life whether they be dreams,
thoughts, actions or whatever, we have to test them whether they are true,
noble, just etc. and meditate only on those that are.
So to all of you who know Roderick out there, if you ever
have a dream about Roderick or anything in that regard, (my dream didn’t have
Roderick in it but is still a part of his story) even if it’s just two
sentences, I would love to hear it. It
doesn’t matter if it seems important or not just anything let me know. Lets see what kind of collection we can come
up with.
