I rarely talk about my dreams. The reason is simple. I do not remember many of them. I have a sense that I have them, often seeing images in my mind that are eerily familiar but not really.
Last night was not much different. I know I dreamed. I have a vague sense of what it was about. While the detailed plot and characters are missing, at its core, I know it was tough! I woke up with stiff fingers on my left hand, a legacy of the one imagine that stayed with me. I had a clinched fist, often defending myself with a left jab. It seems that I was involved in multiple fights and conflicts. In contrast to my history, I held my own. I do not know if I won or lost. There is no taste of victory or defeat, just a recurring sense of sadness that I did what was necessary.
Our lives are filled with details that express what is written on our hearts and minds. At times we are trapped in a corner – real or metaphorical – where we must fight or flee. Last night in my virtual world, I fought as if my life depended on it. I sense that I made the choice I knew I had to make. There is no sense of regret, just compassion for what remained when everything was over.
Today’s dawn brings a fresh choice to the table. David’s words echo; “So, rebel-kings, use your heads; Upstart-judges, learn your lesson: Worship God in adoring embrace, kiss Messiah! Your very lives are in danger, you know; His anger is about to explode, but if you make a run for God – you won’t regret it!” (Psalm 2.10-12)
I do not know what choice is right for you. I am uncertain about what lies ahead. I do know that we have the freedom within us to choose. Taking that call is an act reserved for the gods. Without unnecessary drama, I suggest we make our decisions wisely. Our future and life itself is in the balance.
