The dream itself was not complex; I was being shown around a new house with my old friend (with whom I have only recently reconciled with after many years) and she was so nice to me. It was such a joy to see the airy, bright new house she had moved into, and we were connecting on such a joyous level that we had not experienced before. And somehow I noticed that I had burned my left ring finger. The blister quickly popped and the blood that oozed was black. I tried to conceal the wound so that I could continue enjoying the special, rare moment my friend and I were having, and that is when I woke up, almost sure I had a large burn on my finger in real time.

 

You see, I rarely dream. Only twice before have I dreamed and remembered what I have dreamed, knowing deep inside that God had given me that dream for a specific purpose. And this dream makes three. Twice before, my dreams have been significant in directing me to God and to allowing Him to be Lord. They have come in times before transition, and to prepare me for the road ahead. And when I awoke this time, I knew that God was speaking to me through this dream.

 

God is whispering. He has allowed me to dream so that I can wait upon Him for the interpretation, but I have yet to hear from Him what that is. Questions, not answers, are surfacing: Can I wait upon Him to reveal this to me? There is risk involved here, too. What if what He reveals is enough to alter the entire track that I am on? Do I already have an inkling as to what it could be and am reticent to explore it’s meaning because I know that it will be personally painful? Am I willing to still praise Him if the news is not good?

 

“Speak, Lord, for your servant is listening.” I will take the risk and wait upon You for the answers.