3:47 am
I woke up after having a weird dream. For some reason I was at my Granny's house. She has passed away, so no one lives there. The house is dark and dirty. Granny has been gone for a long time. It's like walking through the woods in late fall. Dead leaves litter the muddy floor, still damp from recent rains. My feet feel heavy as I walk through the house. I go to the garage and stand in the doorway. Sitting in the driveway, just outside the garage, is a gorilla with his back to me. Terror strikes my heart as my body surges with adrenaline.
In an instant I am outside. The house sits on an acre of land and I am standing at the edge of the property line on the right side of the house. It is dark out, but I can see things in silhouette. The gorilla is now standing on the dirt road that runs in front of the house. He spots me! My heart races as he comes after me. I start to run, but I know he can catch me and maul me to death. Deep inside myself I call on the name of Jesus. Courage and strength emerge. I turn and face the charging gorilla and scream the loudest animal like scream. Then I wake up.
This was one of those dreams that doesn't allow me to go back to sleep. I get up, make a cup of coffee and open my Bible. I turn to Lamentations and read in chapter 3 the following verses.
I remember my affliction and my wandering, the bitterness and the gall. I will remember them, and my soul is downcast within me. Yet this I call to mind and therefore I have hope: Because of the Lord's great love we are not consumed, for his compassions never fail. They are new every morning; great is your faithfulness.Lamentations is a short 5 chapter book in the Old Testament. Jeremiah mourns the destruction of Jerusalem at the hands of the Babylonians. He does not question God's justice in allowing the suffering. Jeremiah is appalled at the severity of Jerusalem's devastation. At the same time he still trusts God's faithfulness and unfailing love.
I don't know what the gorilla represents, if anything at all. I do know that I trust in The Lord enough that my soul cries out to him even when I'm not awake.
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