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

Does it Mean Anything?

Do you think that dreams are trying to tell you something? Like, what ever you dream, do you think there is a meaning behind it?

I do.

The problem is though, I can never figure out what they mean. It's not every dream though. Just certain ones. Ones that seem to stand out, they have a feeling behind it, like I need to pay attention.

Usually when I have dreams like this I spend all day and sometimes a whole week trying to figure it out. I try to remember as many details as I can. It's hard to figure them out.

I had a dream the other night and my Preacher was in it. At first we were walking together and then he pushed me. It wasn't a gentle push either. He shoved me pretty hard. I kept walking with him and distanced myself from him going down some steps. He then asked me if I trusted him.

HA! Of course not, he had just pushed me. That is when he grabs my arm and pulls me down the steps and to a slide. I keeps telling me to trust him. So, I give in and I trust him. I go down the slide but the end of the slide is rough and I stop. Again my Preacher tells me to trust him and to keep going. I do what anyone would do...I kept going. I slide the rest of the way down the rough part of the slide and landed on top of a brand new silver mustang. Oh, it was nice! My Preacher is standing at the top of the slide looking down on me telling me I just won the car.

Evidently, the first person to touch the car won it. Free and clear. Once this registers I jump off to check it out. People start piling in the car ask to take a ride in it. I know the people that are getting in. The guy in the front seat is a guy I used to have a crush on, though, no longer.

I start to check out the car and it starts to deteriorate. The paint starts chipping and the windows start turning black, like a car that has been sitting in the same spot for years. I hop in the car and the interior is looking old too. I then notice that the car is a stick shift. I have never learned to drive a stick shift so this was a problem. But I quickly dismiss it cause I remember I still have my old car so I can learn to drive a stick shift without the fear of messing up the car. Of course, there is another problem. I finally look up to look out of the front window and I can't see over the hood! This car is simply impossible to drive! Everything is against me.

Of course my first thought is, maybe I can sell it!

And then I wake up.

Then I try to figure out what the dream meant because it meant something. But what?

Was it my doubt and resistance that caused the car to rot away so quickly? Or was it trusting my preacher? Though, I feel like I can trust him. I just can't figure out this dream.

Though, here is what I am thinking. I think that my preacher has guided me to a path of truth. A path that I have been long avoiding. The journey right now is smooth, like the slide, but eventually it will become rough. Maybe the preacher represents God and how if I trust him things will work out. I just have to push forward and trust that God will take me where I need to be.

Maybe this is my sign that the rough part is coming and I need to get ready.

Oh! Maybe talking to church boy is the rough part. I just have to trust that God is with me and I can do anything.

What do you think?

Much Love,
Heather