Love the Good Dreams

As most of my friends know, I have been going to church for about five months now.  I love it so much, it is what keeps me going through the week, knowing that it's almost a church day.  I started off just going on Sundays.  Then I started going on Wednesdays and if I can make things work I will be spending time with church peeps on Saturday too.  They have an awesome program called Operation Go and I so badly want to get into it.  But I have to pace myself.  I am already signed up to be a greeter and to help with the children's ministry.  I want to bury myself in the church because I love it so much.

Last night, service was no different than usual.  The music got everyone pumped and we were ready to recieve the word.  And as usual, I left with a lot on my mind, a lot of things that I need to change.  But that is for tomorrow nights blog.  Tonight I tell you about the awesome dream I had!

In my dream me and my mom were still in church.  Everyone was still pumped and excited and filled to the brim with the holy spirit.  My mom and I decided that we wanted to sit a little closer so we moved up, like two rows in front of the preacher.  He saw us move and smiled, as if welcoming...like he was telling us that we had made the right choice.  Then he passes around this oil.  It wasn't normal oil though, but I'm not sure how to really explain it.  We were instructed to pour some into our bibles at a certain scripture and then rub some into our hands.  Then, I woke up.

Of course I lay in bed for a little bit trying to figure out what the dream meant.  I couldn't figure it out.  All I could decide at that moment was that God was telling me that I had found a home church.  I kind of already knew that but it was nice to get a confirmation.  My confirmation was the preacher in my dream smiling and welcoming us.  So, I crawled out of bed with this dream fresh in my mind and got ready for work.

I have this awesome app on my phone that sends verses from the bible.  I usually just wipe them away and don't read them.  This morning I felt like I needed to read them.  So I started reading all of them and came across the one that told me what my dream was about.

The verse was Psalm 45: 6-8 but it was the middle verse that got me.

Psalm 45:7
 You have loved righteousness and hated wickedness.  Therefore God, your God, has anointed you with the oil of gladness beyond your companions

I don't think I will ever forget this verse now.  I feel as though God was telling me that he is pouring joy into my life.  And I can feel it!  I have been in such an amazing mood today and I can not stop thanking God for all the wonderful things he has brought into my life.

So that is my dream and my take on the dream.  I feel restored, renewed, awakened, and ready to take on the world.  I am trying to step over that line that keeps me back from putting my everything into God's hands.  And tomorrow I will tell you about all the things I am letting go of to reach the next level in my faith.

Much Love
Heather

Hoarders

I am addicted to the show Hoarders. I am also disgusted by it. Though, more disgusted with Hoarders: Buried Alive.

I feel sorry for most of these people. They have such mental issues that they can't let anything go. I admit, I have a few things that I just can not let go of. There are two things I will share with you right now. And this is just a tad bit embarrassing but...it is time that the world knows.

My two most prized possessions have no value to anyone but me. They have a story behind each and the story still goes on. So...without further adieu meet Teresa and...blankie

First, Teresa was given to me by an old babysitter who I adored! She was probably the best babysitter anyone could ask for. Funny, her name was Teresa. The doll was made for her when she was younger so the back of the dolls neck has the name Teresa. Sure,  I could have come up with a more creative name when I was younger but why would I do that?

Then there is blankie. I have had this blanket since the day I was born. It was given to me by my grandma on my moms side. When I first got it...it was pink. lol Now, it kind of looks dirty but no amount of washing it will make it look cleaner. It used to have silk around the edges that I would rub and eventually rubbed most of it off. There are still spots...okay A spot that has the silk. I could never let it go. If there was a fire, the first thing I would save is this blanket. My grandma gave it to me. She died when I was four. In a way, I feel closer to her through the blanket and I know how weird that may sound. I will even admit, when I get really stressed and just don't know what to do, I will sleep with my blanket. lol I sleep with it under my head on those nights and oddly enough, I feel better the next day. I know it is probably all in my head, but we all have our quirks.

The point is, I can understand hoarders to a point. But when you get to where you can't move around in your house...GET HELP! Start throwing stuff away. They call it spring cleaning. I hate clutter and I have a lot of it right now. My room gets smaller and smaller with every year that passes as I collect more stuff. But, most of what I collect are books and things that will eventually come in handy when I move out. It won't get to the point where I can't move around my room though. That is when I start giving stuff away.

Hoarders...they just need a little help and maybe a hard slap in the face by reality.

Much Love
Heather