The dream I had last night/early this morning was weird and redundant. I found myself going through a tunnel over and over and over. Each time I went through, the exit got smaller and smaller. Thinking after each exit, I’d be free to dream on, I kept finding myself back at the beginning. On my last pass, I got stuck. I could not seem to squeeze through the exit. All of a sudden, I feel hands grabbing my shoulders, and pulling me out. I woke up, at 6:05 a.m.
I rarely have a dream that has no underlying message or meaning. This is what I’ve gathered. God gives us the tools and means to get through our trials. Trial, after trial, after trial, I’ve been able to use what He’s given me to get through to the exit of the tunnel, better yet, to the eye of the storm. For the skies seem to be clear, only for a while. Then, it’s on to the next beast to slay.
The tunnel and the going through it, over and over, are representative of trials we face. From one day to the next, there are new things we must work, fight, and make it through. At the end of each day, we go home, feeling accomplished and grateful that we've made it through yet another day. By our own might, we feel we are able. Every now and then, that exit from the day constricts, by God's design. This only happens as a reminder to us, that He is Who really gets us through each and every trial. When we take the time to evaluate every victory and all that occurred leading up to it, we will find God all in the mix. Often times, we make a pitcher of Kool-Aid, saying "I did this! This is MY Kool-Aid!" But where did the packet come from? How about the sugar? What about the water??
There are so many times in our lives when we fail to simply give God His due. When those hands grabbed me and pulled me free from my last pass through that tunnel from "Groundhog Day", I literally felt it. Had I not felt it, I would have overslept even more, and I would have been upset. Thinking more of God's involvement in it all, I know He wakes me EVERY morning.
HAPPY THURSDAY Y'ALL!! I LOVE YOU ALL EACH AND EVERY ONE!!
The world had gotten to be a bit much, so I decide to break away, to look for a place of peace and rest. As I walked the half-beaten path through the woods I was drawn to this rock. Propped by smaller ones, it afforded a little bit of space through which I could pass, into the whole below it. As I approached, my mind went to my childhood and what I learned of the rattlesnake's preference. I, then, backed away and kept on down the path. My walk continued and weather conditions worsened. Shelter was nowhere to be found. Again, I am drawn to that rock! I get the courage to go closer, knowing that if I stayed out in the midst of this storm, I'd surely die.
I crawled in head first, slowly, laying eyes on everything I could possibly see. Once in, I find no rattlesnakes or any other creepy beings. What I initially thought to be a little hole turned out to be a rather large cave of 4 chambers. I explored each one with my light and found familiar etchings and engravings in the walls; etchings and engravings done by my own hand. Wow! How long has it been since I'd been there??!
In the center of the chambers, there was well, surrounded by several buckets. Each bucket was labeled differently. Among them, there were two labeled "peace" and "rest". I dropped these buckets into the well, drew water and drank from them. While my mind found its peace and my body, its rest. I examined the other buckets and decided to drop and drink from a few more: wisdom, patience, and compassion. My eyes, then, wander back to the seemingly impassable passageway to my heart, and I see that the storm is over and the sun is reaching out for me.
As I shimmy out to live yet another day, I am stricken by that muscle-freezing sound of a rattler. I slowly turn to see that a huge rattlesnake has been placed at the corridor to my heart, not to cause harm, but to protect the way to the prize of me.
Continuing down my path of life, I wondered why the entryway to my heart had gotten so much smaller. Well, this is what I gathered from the experience of visiting my own heart. Over time, we find ourselves in all sorts of circumstances. In terms of relationships, we witness bad things happening to other folks and we decide that "I'll never......." Then we experience heartache and pain and heartbreak first-hand. Then we REALLY say, "I WILL NEVER.......!!" Such happenings cause us to camouflage and shrink the corridors to the treasures of us. We protect ourselve by placing that rattlesnake before us, continuing to make it clear that, "I WILL NEVER.......!!"
The only danger I'd say we must be careful of is losing our true identity in the walls we've built to protect us. The best way to prevent this is to visit the chambers of our hearts, reviewing our etchings, and remembering who we were created to be. Draw from those wells of "Living Water" within your own hearts!! For the Well is the Heart of God.
"Those with ears to hear, let them hear......."
HAPPY SUNDAY Y'ALL!! I LOVE YOU ALL, EACH AND EVERY ONE!!!
I went down on one knee to pray; pray for strength and goodness for my family. I struggled to focus on my words, for they were blocked by a static image. I stood at the center of a vortex, before my mirror. My sight, hindered by whirling winds, dust and debris, I faintly see me in the reflection. Stunned, I am, by what I see. I close my eyes, rub them, and even shake my head a little. As I reopen them, the image remains. There are six eyes on my face, three pair. Unshakable is this likeness to me. My mind shouts out, “I’M TRYING TO PRAY!!” Then, He communicates to my spirit, through His: “This storm is yours. This confusion is yours. You have one pair of eyes, focused on the past. You have one pair, concerned for your future. The third pair is on today.”
WOW!! What is UP with "TODAY"??!! So, I pondered what was now in my spirit. The dust and debris dissipate, as I let go of the past. The winds cease to whirl, as I give my future to God. Today, now, is all I see. Clearly, I see!!
I LOVE YOU ALL, EACH AND EVERY ONE!!! HAPPY TUESDAY!!!
Emotions! Deep within the pit of my soul, they sit. The rest well, as long as the winds of life are calm and cool. Yet, a hurricane season began on yesterday. My heart was afloat, peacefully upon this vast span of water. The night before, there were a few concerning swells in my spirit, and I prayed for nothing more, nothing worse. Then on Sunday morning, "BOOM" a massive rogue wave hits, and hits hard; knee-buckling it was. From my gut it grew and flowed out of me in the forms of cries and tears. Soon after, the seas were calm again, and I said to myself, "I'm good. I can handle this!"
Throughout the day, others on their own rafts, began to show up. For a time, we tied our rafts together which seemed to keep the rogues at bey. Yet we knew, at a point, we'd have to break off from one another to float on, in our individual ways. Each time, I find myself alone, one of these spirit-menacing waves hits, bends me over, but does not break me down. ROGUISH!! ROGUISH!! ROGUISH, THEY ARE!!
Lord, be the strength of my family right now! In Jesus' name I pray, Lord. AMEN!!
Bryan Hollomon Williams