A dream I had recently

From the end of the day earth, I will call to you, when my heart is overwhelmed. Lead me to the rock that is higher than I. ~Psalm 61:2

Hello beautiful beings. I hope your day is lovely. I’m currently sitting in an egg chair, overlooking the lake and sunshine in our backyard. I love that it’s summer, don’t you? I appreciate the warmer weather, especially when it’s not overly hot, like in the morning. Nothing like waking up with a morning beverage, with the sun on your face.

Even though I am feeling overall peaceful, I am still writing to you today in a bit of distress (is it possible to feel peace and distress simultaneously?). Lately I’ve been getting some heat from sharing about my faith and life so openly online. Admittedly it’s stirred up mild doubts within me… however, don’t get me wrong here. I’m still going to keep sharing! However, I want to be open with you about my faith today. Unrelated to this blog, I am facing some rocky terrains at the moment. I thought I felt very clear about what God wants from me, but I’ve been overthinking and doubting it like crazy the last couple days. I admit I sometimes worry I’m going to run out of time, and that I can’t afford to make any more mistakes. Being almost 30, I’m not exactly in the position I thought I’d be in. I didn’t think I’d be changing my career path either. And yes, I’m a chronic over thinker. Anyone else??

I spent an hour talking to God last night. I really want to do right by Him, and take the “right” path. My faith is still new, and therefore still fragile at times.

And after this talk with God, I had a dream. A dream where Jesus appeared, as an infant.

God has blessed me with highly symbolic dreams in the past, long before I got baptized. I’ve been known to have very interesting dreams. However, I never once dreamt of Jesus specifically. I wrote it down when I woke up. Let me know what you think —

Last night I had a dream that I had Jesus as a baby wrapped up in a cloth attached to my chest. I kept forgetting about him so when I’d remember about Him, I would run to find a safe places to nurse Him back to health. However the house I was in was being invaded and the ground was shaking, but I held Him close and as I continued looking for safety. Every time I peaked over at Him I was surprised he was still there and ok.

When I unwrapped the cloth a bit I was in awe of how beautiful He is but I was also worried that the invaders would see His beauty and take Him from me.

So what’s your take on this dream? Perhaps Jesus as a baby represents my new faith, and the invaders represent darkness and temptations. Either way, I’m grateful for the dream that God has given me.

Do you ever have symbolic dreams? Let me know :).

Xoxo Elise