Tuesday night I dreamed about Lynda, Kevin, and Kristopher when they were little. There were lots of things going on in the dream....it would be happening in our house in Oxford and then suddenly we would be somewhere else and two days later I can't remember much about it. I just knew when I woke up, I had seen my kids in my dream but I never really saw Lynda's face. Still it was comforting to dream about the time in my life when I had three young children. In order for Kristopher to have been born it had to have been after Lynda's stroke...but it was just a dream and dreams don't have to reflect reality.
Wednesday night (last night) I dreamed about Lynda again. This time I saw her face. I was dressing her and she was about four years old. It was a dream that jumped from thing to thing....but the memory of seeing her and dressing her....it was sweet. She had been to NMRC as a resident but she kind of went back and forth between being older and young like when we first moved to Oxford. In my dream, I went to visit her at NMRC and discovered that she was young again. She could walk and run and they had bought these really cool shoes for her. In my dream, when I put those shoes on her (they were handmade from felt), she could walk and it was as if all of the disabilities vanished. I remember going into social services and telling them there had been a mistake and I was taking her home. It was just as real as if someone had told me that she had not really died.
In that time, the dream seemed to go forever. Our minds must really create images for dreams more quickly than the speed of light. When I woke this morning, I could tell Russ all about the parts of the dream. As I get ready to go to bed tonight most of the dream has faded away except the feeling that I spent time with Lynda last night. I saw her face. I spent time with her. I don't remember her saying anything but I was able to hold her hand and walk down the sidewalk. It was just a peaceful and wonderful dream to wake from. As I've thought about the little felt shoes that were so vivid in the dream, I've just realized that they were some like my mother had made one of my dolls when I was little.
The subconscious brain is fascinating to me. How our brain uses sleep and dreams to work out problems or plant deeper in our brains the things we've learned or experienced during the day...God is indeed amazing and beyond anything a human mind can imagine. God's power to comfort us isn't only in our waking hours. Why would we believe that He is limited in any way? I can feel His arms wrapped around me as I fall asleep safe in the knowledge that He never sleeps. No, I don't feel arms literally but I feel His presence in a very real way as I talk to Him before I fall asleep. I know He is there watching over me, hearing my prayers and that the Holy Spirit is interceding for me to make my prayers pleasing to God.
As I go to bed each night I fall asleep thanking God for all of the people in my life, for all that he's done for me, and for all He is still planning to do.
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