Interesting dreams last night.
The best part about it was that the Lord gave me sweet and restful, sleep -- which sent me to Google asking where I'd heard the "sweet sleep" phrase before. Ah yes, Proverbs. Of course.
I love those types of nights when I don't wake up a 2:33 a.m. or 3:47 a.m or 5:55 a.m. and lay around wondering why God has awakened me.
No, last night felt like one of those nights where I slept straight through the whole night -- and I didn't even want to get up this morning. My son pulled my wrist to force me out of bed around 7:33 a.m. or later.
The teenage girl, the book, the building and the planes flying nearby
Last night's sleep was so good and deeply REM-ish that I remembered some of my movie-like dreams.
During one of the dreams I was in a high-rise building, I guess it was a hotel room, perhaps, with my family -- I really specifically remember my son there -- I think my husband and daughter may have been nearby.
There were all sorts of interesting planes flying really close by the building. It was beautiful and a little scary all at once.
Then I was back near my home and I walked into a hair dressing salon that's no longer really there in real life (at least not like it was) and the friend of the woman who owned the shop refused to do my hair, even though I think I had an appointment.
So I turned around and talked to a teenaged friend, and she said she was on her second affair with a married man.
"God says to get the book that fell between the shelves," I told her, asking, "Does that make any sense?"
"Yes," she said. "It was the book about the second married man."
After that, my husband sat me down and I knew he had something important to tell me. I hoped it wasn't really bad news, and it wasn't. He just said he'd been told to "go west" -- and that meant we were moving to Houston.
I was ready to go.
No comments:
Post a Comment