December 24, 2023
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The Promise of Dreams
by Loree Misch
Dreams. God’s promise. Just enough information to inspire, settle, or concern me, but too opaque for me to charge out to embody it or completely understand it on my own. The rest is up to him. God’s time.
The early morning hours are the sweetest, when I awaken from my deepest sleep. Or that semi-conscious state or liminal moment where I am not fully awake yet, but still tethered in my dream. My most still. Where my ego is not interfering with my thoughts, but rather my consciousness and heart have a chance to possibly intertwine with God and contemplate the dream’s purpose. My mind wakes me as I race to understand the symbols, visions and meaning of my dreams. Like the dreams that foretold an upcoming surgery 18 months before my doctor said, “there is a problem, and we need to operate.” I didn’t like those dreams, but when he said, “you need surgery,” I felt God, my angels, and/or the Holy Spirit were close and was comforted.
What to do with dream information? I sometimes find myself interpreting dreams for the outcome I want, the outcome I wish to avoid, or what’s familiar to me. But I keep asking myself what is God’s will and I am living His purpose? I have a path I wish to travel, but what path does God want me to travel? His way, the way where crooked paths are straighter. Dreams.