I had a VERY vivid dream last night that I went to Mexico to get my nipples pierced. It was horrible. The pain was excruciating, then they were crooked (whatever THAT looks like--let your imagination run wild), then they got infected. Oh, and I did this well while I was lactating ifyouknowwhatimean.
I kept thinking, "Why are you doing this? This is a terrible idea. Don't do this!" But I did it anyway.
I was so relieved to wake up and find that I hadn't actually done it.
That would be a bad idea. I don't think I'll do that.
Showing posts with label dreams. Show all posts
Showing posts with label dreams. Show all posts
Thursday, February 05, 2009
Wednesday, January 16, 2008
Why or What?
I dreamt two nights ago that one of my co-workers asked me either, "Why are you a Christian, Erin?" or "What kind of a Christian are you, Erin?"
I couldn't remember which question she asked as soon as I woke up.
Either way, it troubled me.
Oswald Chambers asks, "Has there been a point in your life which you now mark as your last day? Is there a place in your life to which you go back in memory with humility and overwhelming gratitude, so that you can honestly proclaim, 'Yes, it was then, at my 'white funeral,’ that I made an agreement with God.'"
My last day came in 1998. I had given my life to Christ in our basement on Vine Street at the age of five, and I earnestly believe that I was filled with the Holy Spirit at that time. I do not believe that I began the path to sanctification until 1998, one day in my bedroom in Alabama. The details are not important, but it happened. *Upon further thought, that's a silly thing to say. Of course, I was on the path to sanctification. I don't think I understood its importance until that day in Alabama.
Shortly thereafter, God proved his love to me by opening my eyes (literally) to a spiritual realm beyond my comprehension...and protecting me from it.
Chambers goes on to write,
I can see where God has woven the threads of His call through my life from the age of five, to seventeen, to my marriage at 23, and into the growth He has insisted upon in the last eight months as I prepare for my baby.
Over the past year, I've been continually asking..."Who am I in Christ?"
The bottom line? If you ask, God will answer you. It hurts, and it sucks, and it's intensely emotional, but it seems to be satisfying, comforting and RIGHT...I think. I'll let you know.
I couldn't remember which question she asked as soon as I woke up.
Either way, it troubled me.
Oswald Chambers asks, "Has there been a point in your life which you now mark as your last day? Is there a place in your life to which you go back in memory with humility and overwhelming gratitude, so that you can honestly proclaim, 'Yes, it was then, at my 'white funeral,’ that I made an agreement with God.'"
My last day came in 1998. I had given my life to Christ in our basement on Vine Street at the age of five, and I earnestly believe that I was filled with the Holy Spirit at that time. I do not believe that I began the path to sanctification until 1998, one day in my bedroom in Alabama. The details are not important, but it happened. *Upon further thought, that's a silly thing to say. Of course, I was on the path to sanctification. I don't think I understood its importance until that day in Alabama.
Shortly thereafter, God proved his love to me by opening my eyes (literally) to a spiritual realm beyond my comprehension...and protecting me from it.
Chambers goes on to write,
When we talk about the call of God, we often forget the most important thing, namely, the nature of Him who calls [...] The call is the expression of the nature of the One who calls, and we can only recognize the call if that same nature is in us. The call of God is the expression of God’s nature, not ours. God providentially weaves the threads of His call through our lives, and only we can distinguish them. It is the threading of God’s voice directly to us over a certain concern, and it is useless to seek another person’s opinion of it.
[...]
The call of God is not a reflection of my nature; my personal desires and temperament are of no consideration. As long as I dwell on my own qualities and traits and think about what I am suited for, I will never hear the call of God. [...] The majority of us cannot hear anything but ourselves. And we cannot hear anything God says. But to be brought to the place where we can hear the call of God is to be profoundly changed.
I can see where God has woven the threads of His call through my life from the age of five, to seventeen, to my marriage at 23, and into the growth He has insisted upon in the last eight months as I prepare for my baby.
Over the past year, I've been continually asking..."Who am I in Christ?"
The bottom line? If you ask, God will answer you. It hurts, and it sucks, and it's intensely emotional, but it seems to be satisfying, comforting and RIGHT...I think. I'll let you know.
Friday, July 13, 2007
Garth Brooks
I don't usually like blogging or reading blogs about dreams, but this one is just too weird. I can't shake it.
The other night, I dreamt that Garth Brooks and I were best friends. We went to Bob & Brenda's campsite to hang out together with the family (and my husband), and he sang "A Dream is Like a River" (ironic??) to me.
The next day, on the way to the campsite in real life, the first song we heard on the radio was "Friends in Low Places."
Prophetic?
If our dreams mean something, as many people believe, what could this one possibly mean?
I'm telling you, in that dream, Garth and I were BFF (sorry, Jenna). Seriously. We finished each other's sentences, laughed at each other's zany senses of humor. We basically thought the other one was Very. Cool. There was no romantic involvement. Just great friends...
Let me boil this down for you:
I dream-believed that pudgy country music super stars with tight pants and cowboy hats were the coolest thing on the planet.
WHAT DOES THIS MEAN?!?
I'm interested in what you think it means. The person with the best interpretation of my dream wins a king-size candy bar of your choice.
The other night, I dreamt that Garth Brooks and I were best friends. We went to Bob & Brenda's campsite to hang out together with the family (and my husband), and he sang "A Dream is Like a River" (ironic??) to me.
The next day, on the way to the campsite in real life, the first song we heard on the radio was "Friends in Low Places."
Prophetic?
If our dreams mean something, as many people believe, what could this one possibly mean?
I'm telling you, in that dream, Garth and I were BFF (sorry, Jenna). Seriously. We finished each other's sentences, laughed at each other's zany senses of humor. We basically thought the other one was Very. Cool. There was no romantic involvement. Just great friends...
Let me boil this down for you:
I dream-believed that pudgy country music super stars with tight pants and cowboy hats were the coolest thing on the planet.
WHAT DOES THIS MEAN?!?
I'm interested in what you think it means. The person with the best interpretation of my dream wins a king-size candy bar of your choice.
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