Sometimes I dream certain dreams. I remember them on occasions. And when I try to remember them, they slip through the cracks and I begin to forget. I remember nothing on occasions. And what remains is but a fragment of what it truly was. Yesterday I was with my mum driving to a guitar lesson nearer towards the Tropicana Fields of downtown Saint Petersburg. I remember feeling really good.
But, right now I sit and I think back to that time and I can recall what I didn't remember. I can remember my mum and I discussing something and me mentioning the Lord's name and she began to tell me that the Lord was proud of me and that I'm doing good work, or at least speaking in another context and hinting at this meaning.
If you've seen me, you've seen either red eyes or eye-bags. I stay up late. But last night I had a chance to receive an early night of sleep and went to bed at 11, which may be late for some, but early for me considering it is usually around 2, 3, or 4 AM that I see the backs of my eye-lids. But after receiving a full night's rest, and thinking back on the conversation, I have come to see that there might have been a hidden message in what she was telling me and that it wasn't revealed to me until I had a night's rest, so I wouldn't take it and become prideful, maintaining humility. I'd like to say that this is what the Lord has done, but I'm not quite sure if it happened or if it was part of a dream I had last night or not. Sometimes I might sow a seed and I'd pray to the Lord and say that I didn't say enough or that I could have said better. Maybe He was answering this prayer...that I should relax and do what He's taught me and leave the rest to Him. Even if it was real and not a part of the dream, the Lord may have caused it to happen and magnified a part of the conversation I had with my mum, whom I trust, in a dream so that He could make that clear to me. There isn't anywhere the Lord cannot see. I suppose that's what I should draw and understand from it.
