I had a dream that my mother was sick and she didn’t have much longer, in fact ‘tomorrow’ would be her last day. The whole dream was covered in this grey cloud and I couldn’t seem to shake it.
The whole night was restless for me and everytime I drifted back to sleep, the dream resumed, only it felt so real.
The last thing I remember was my mom outside on our patio with the clouds hovering, and there were hundreds of people circled and huddled around her, shoulder to shoulder, so tight with their arms wrapped around eachother, trying to keep out the cold. And they were praying, such a fervent prayer.
I was watching from the window, displaced.
That was how it ended and I woke up so troubled. I got to work early the next day to tell my friend about it, and I was surprised to see that I was really emotional about it.
I don’t know if it has to do with my going away from my family, separating from my mom as I move away.
Or even the disconnect I have been feeling with the Lord. As if I am watching this community of believers standing together praying for eachother, and I just can’t seem to face the cold out there and huddle up with someone, be vulnerable.. act on something that matters, worth fighting for.
hey, if you are reading this, pray for me.