The Dream

Fall is here. The nights are getting cooler. I was off last night and woke to a very cool morning - I was snuggled up in a lightweight blanket and almost wished I had something heavier covering me. However, I got up instead and now have coffee on. Soon I will have a steaming cup of hot coffee. So good on a cool morning.

Miss Cleo is snuggled down in her bed. She is curled into a semi-circle with her tail curled up underneath her. She is so pretty lying there. I can watch her little chest moving up and down - rhythmically as she sleeps. The sleep of the innocent - the sleep of contentment - the sleep knowing that she is safe and secure.

How I wish I could rest in that assurance - always!!! Some days I try to sleep, but the sleep that comes does not rest my soul. However, the other day (I think it was this past Wed) I slept during the afternoon because I had to work that night - oh the sleep that came. the restful, blessed sleep that restores and rejuvenates your body and soul. I woke dreaming and upon awakening remembered the dream. Now that does not always happen, but this time it did.

The Dream:

I was sitting on a screened in porch in a comfy chair, had a lightweight blanket to snuggle up in and a steaming hot cup of coffee with my favorite French Vanilla creamer and Sweetener. It was a cool morning too so both the blanket and coffee were welcomed. The sight before me was awesome - the brillant colors of a sunrise were displayed over a body of water. I am not sure if it was the ocean or not, but the soft ripple of waves were rushing to shore and the water stretched far into the horizon - the blues of the water melting into the pinks, reds, and other colors displayed in the sunrise. An awesome sight - seeing God's majestic artwork.

I remember the quietness all around me - just the distant sounds of the waves hitting the shore and the occasional bird (sea gull maybe) saying It's a Glorious Morning.

I can still picture that sight in my mind - it has become a treasured memory and a restful haven during times of stress or trials. My friend, Cathy, says it was a blessing from God.

It reminds me of Elijah - he was sitting under the juniper tree wanting to die, but God has an angel go to him, bake bread upon a rock, wake Elijah up to eat, the angel does this twice, and then Elijah goes on the substance of those two meals for the next 40 days.

I am not sure how long I will be going on the substance of that dream but already it has sustained me through a night of stressful busy work. Even in the chaos it provided a peace to my soul.

Read more on Elijah in 1 Kings chapter 19.