Dreams can be funny things.
A couple nights ago, I woke up from the funniest dream. It was Saturday night (in my dream) and my Mom was inviting me to attend church with them (in Texas) the next morning.
The two service times she gave me were 7am and 2pm.
Those are odd times for a church service to begin, and even if i left the moment of that conversation, I wouldn’t be able to make it to Texas in time!
Dreams are funny things.
But when we wake up, we realize that they were far-fetched and have no bearing on our lives. We can dismiss them and go about our daily routine.
What happens when these crazy tales that were created somewhere deep inside our brain, take place in the middle of the day?
You know what I’m talking about. The stories we tell ourselves when times are tough. No one loves us. I can’t do that. I don’t have a chance.
What do we do with the battle in our mind that takes place before the big meeting with our boss? We are sure he has bad news for us. We have no confidence going into such an intimidating encounter.
What stories do we tell ourselves before the big game with a rival who seems better and always beats us? We already feel like we know what will happen, even if it isn’t necessarily true.
What happens when the stories we are making up in our head, seem more like reality than dreams?
It’s much harder to convince ourselves that these stories aren’t true, isn’t it?
So what do we do with them, when we can’t just tell ourselves that they were ‘just a dream?’
We go to Scripture to remind ourselves, how God sees us. One of my favorite places to turn to in these times is Psalm 139. Maybe it will be a place of rest and comfort for you too. And perhaps those stories that you tell yourself, will become more like unrealistic dreams that you can dismiss as easily as that 7am church service in Texas.
To you the night shines as bright as day.
Darkness and light are the same to you.
13 You made all the delicate, inner parts of my body
and knit me together in my mother’s womb.
14 Thank you for making me so wonderfully complex!
Your workmanship is marvelous—how well I know it.
15 You watched me as I was being formed in utter seclusion,
as I was woven together in the dark of the womb.
16 You saw me before I was born.
Every day of my life was recorded in your book.
Every moment was laid out
before a single day had passed.
17 How precious are your thoughts about me, O God.
They cannot be numbered!
18 I can’t even count them;
they outnumber the grains of sand!
And when I wake up,
you are still with me!