I often times have very vivid dreams. Dreams I can feel. Dreams I can remember just like true memories. They are always amazing. Then I realize that I am alive. The lucidity of my dreams begins to fade and life creeps in. Sometimes I long to return to my dreams. To go back to sleep and live out those scenarios. But, the more I think about it, life's lack of lucidity is a blessing.
I like the adventure that comes with not knowing everything. The adventure that comes with things that aren't always black and white. It keeps us on our toes. In my dreams it always seems like everything is under control and everything is just the way I like it. When I wake up, all of that fades. But, it's a good kind of fading away. It's actually a revelation. Pulling back the sheen of our dreams and seeing our lives for what they truly are. Adventures. Times to grow, to hurt, to change, to love. To breath, to walk, to help others along the way. At this point in life, I am content with the lack of lucidity. I'm content with life. I'm content with God's plan being spelled out for me very slowly. The beautiful thing about this whole deal is that my life is not unknown to God. My entire being is as lucid as possible where God is. That's something I can rest in.
1 Corinthians 13:12 Now we see but a poor reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known.
-Originally written August 29, 2006