It was just another dream. I have had thousands of them. Sometimes they include people you know, sometimes strangers. Sometimes they are about ordinary events, sometimes they are panic-filled persecutions. Very often they are spatially distorted.
Last night I had a dream. It was just another dream. I cannot even remember what it was about. It was just a garden variety dream about typical events.
It was just another dream. Except this time, when I woke up, my best friend had cancer.
I am accustomed to having nightmares. I used to get them all the time, thankfully not so much anymore. But I certainly know the terrifying feeling of being hunted. It is such a dreadful and frightening feeling that when you wake up, there is relief when you realize it is over and you are okay.
But this time was different. This time, the dream was peaceful and the bad part started after I woke up. It was then that I remembered my new reality.
Yesterday, my best friend was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer. He is not okay, and this is not a dream.
The Bible teacher side of me feels like I should write this into a great message, but right now, I’ve got nothing. I am so sad I can hardly bear it.
Do I know that God is sovereign and it intricately involved in every detail of this? Yes. Do I know that He is wise, loving, and good? Yes. Do I pray that my friend will come to know Jesus before he draws his last breath? Absolutely.
Don’t preach to me and don’t patly throw Romans 8.28 at me. Sometimes life just hurts.
Sometimes friends can help but only God can truly minister to the deepest recessed of our souls. So I whisper for Jesus and dream of the day when He comes back to get us.
He has sent me to bind up the brokenhearted. Is 61.1