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I had a dream last night.
I was playing hide-and-seek; odd that I’d dream about childhood games, isn’t it?
I was playing with a large group of people from various periods and places in my life—we all dashed and hid when it came time for the game to be set into motion. Sometimes there were those of us who chose to hide together—sometimes apart.
As I looked at the other players, I realized that there were all ages represented; I even spotted a student who was to be in my class this next school year. As the game went on, new players joined in from time to time, and the activity just got better and better.
It wasn’t long before I noticed players leaving the game—not to return. These players were called away by parents because of the lateness of the hour. These players had varied reactions to being taken from the activity; some of them would laugh and run to greet their parents to be taken home, while others would be upset that it was time to go and beg for a few more minutes.
However, when the remaining players were accounted for, the game would continue on as if there had been no interruption.
I awoke from my dream sometime this morning, not certain if I’d really been dreaming or not. It had all been so vivid, so real. I lay there silently as the early morning light danced on the other side of my eyelids, tempted to remain in the moment but then arose from my bed.
For some of us, the game goes on.
9 comments:
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I like the idea that she's simply been called home. In time our Father will call us in from our playing and we too will go inside while others are still out having a good time. No one knows just when it'll be our names we hear called....but as its home it doesn't really hurt for those called...just those who want to continue playing.
Happily, as your dream points out, it is our loving parents that call us away from this game we call life. She will be going to open arms welcoming her home.
Thanks for the call, and I'm sorry I had to drop more heavy news on your already worn shoulders. I appreciate your concern, we continue to pray and be ready for a future day when we will be needed.
Continuing to think of you and the family at this time. Love ya.
Ditto to what Shawna said. Game on.
Wow, what a powerful analogy.
I still love to play that game with my kids! I use to have a great hiding spot in my old house! I need to find one here! I haven't played that game since I lived in my old house...a whole year! I liked to hide over being the seeker!
Those dreams that feel real... are.
You have been blessed.
The game happily goes on, and those who leave it go home to loving parents.
There is no place like home.
PS. I am so proud of you! You made it! Good job! Lots of love and prayers, Corine :D
May you allow your memories of her to sink deep into your soul until you too are called home. And yet, she is never far away.
Wow. I usually only dream about stupid stuff, like the kids making the cake in the oven fall, or a snake creeping over me under the covers. Or peanut butter cups. You're smart and inspired even when you dream.
In all seriousness, beautiful.
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