In the last days, God says, I will pour out my Spirit on all people. Your sons and daughters will prophesy, your young men will see visions, your old men will dream dreams." Acts 2:17
I have a reoccurring dream. I am standing on a river bank looking at the other side. Before me a river flows. Sometimes the river is clear and sometimes it swirls and is indiscernible. Always there are stones and rocks. Some are large, and some are small. Some jut out of the water and some lay quietly letting the water rush over them.
I've had this dream often enough to know its not random. There is a message in it for me. I've taken time to reflect and meditate on its meaning. Because we are part of each other I'd like to share my thoughts with you.
The river bank I stand on is my life as it is now. The far bank are my hopes, dreams and goals. Between the two lays a series of challenges and adventures. The stones and rocks are the path provided to me reach the other side of the river.
Some of the stones are smooth and flat, easy to stand on. I feel comfortable when I stand on them. Other are a bit uneven. I have to concentrate to keep my balance and when I stand on them I never relax. They rock unpredictably. If I'm not careful I'll tumble into the river.
Sometimes I have to make a decision which way to step. The quickest route looks small and sharp. They dont offer much comfort. Veering to their right or left I see large flat stones that take me miles from my destination but offer security. Which path should I take?
Sometimes I have no alternative. I have to stand like a crane atop a set of small pointed stones, bite my lower lip and fight back my tears. As their points pierce my feet I look wildly for the next alternative, wondering if there will be more or less pain.
The dream tells me that life holds no permanence. At any given moment a strong current might knock me off a secure stone and into a raging river. It tells me that no matter how comfortable I become I have to keep adjusting to the changes my life presents me. Real suffering comes from expecting everything to remain just as it was or is.
This dream is not always comfortable. Sometimes it irritates and disturbs me when I wake up. Why cant I stand still and enjoy the breeze and the spray?
Choices, choices, choices - so many choices before me each moment I'm alive. Yes, some are fraught with peril but they create the river of my life.
"'In the last days, God says, I will pour out my Spirit on all people. Your sons and daughters will prophesy, your young men will see visions, your old men will dream dreams."
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