The Man in My Dream
“And let the peace of God rule in your hearts, to the which also ye are called in one body; and be ye thankful. Let the word of Christ dwell in you richly in all wisdom; teaching and admonishing one another in psalms and hymns and spiritual songs, singing with grace in your hearts to the Lord. And whatsoever ye do in word or deed, do all in the name of the Lord Jesus, giving thanks to God and the Father by him.” Col. 3:15-17
I’m not the greatest sleeper. I toss. I turn. I wake. I go back to sleep. More tossing. More turning. And in the midst of it all the Lord in His sovereignty slips in there from time to time with a powerful dream with a message. Sometimes just for me. Other times for all of us. Like this one.
The man in my dream one night was tall. Large. Prominent looking. Resembled a man I met briefly years ago. But I don’t believe it was him. He didn’t have a name. He didn’t need one. The name would only have been a distraction. For he was a man with whom so many of us can identify. Probably all of us, from time to time anyway.
The man was visibly down. Disheartened. Unhappy. He carried a weight in his visage. Down. Discouraged. Not disgruntled necessarily. But downcast. Blatantly so. Depressed perhaps.
I approached the man in my dream. Boldly. Clearly. Succinctly. Which is unusual for me because I am a woman so often of so many words. Not this time. The words I spoke to him were so powerful, so strong, so bold, that as a light sleeper I woke up to a noise – and the words rock solid entrenched in my heart. I have never seen the exact words – word for word anyway – in the Bible. But the Bible from start to finish validates the message was from God.
God loves a thankful heart. The dream was not over until I saw this. The man was walking into a church building. As he came to its entrance, I saw him clearly. Singing! Joyfully! Praising God! In gladness! Jubilant! Emphatically thankful!
NOTHING had changed in his circumstances. EVERYTHING had changed in his heart! He had set his eyes and heart upon the Lord and was giving Him glory and expressing his thanksgiving! Not because everyone else in the church building was singing. He hadn’t even gone through the doors yet to enter into the church. He couldn’t contain his thankfulness. Nor could he contain his joy. God loves a thankful heart.
How often God’s Spirit still convicts me I have fallen into getting upset about certain circumstances instead of focusing on God and His endless blessings and having a thankful heart!
The man in my dream wasn’t just singing songs. His heart was thankful.
What joy we can experience when we focus on God and give Him praise!