This is one of my favorite posts from, if you will, Season One of God’s Bespoke Tailoring. When I realize that God has spoken to me through a dream it never leaves me. I’m excited to be able to share some of them with you here and also to have them archived to a degree. Anyways, I thought you might enjoy catching up on some of the posts you may have missed.
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YOU ARE ON GOD’S MIND (S:1)
It seems customary to wake in the morning feeling drained or anxious after having a nightmare or some type of troubling dream. But how often have you awaken with a sense of purpose, peace and divine understanding… revelation even?
One morning, my last dream found me explaining to an ecclectic group of people about the beauty of God, our Creator, forming us with a particular purpose in mind. I’ll spare you the intricate details of the Alice-in-Wonderland-like weirdness of the geography in the dream, however, I’d be amiss if I didn’t pass on the essence of what was being said, because as I awoke from the fog, the last thing I heard my dream-self say was: “God thought of you.”
Feelings, Nothing More Than Feelings
As I lay in bed pondering the statement and rehearsing what I remembered about the dream, various emotions became apparent. I remembered the joy I experienced as I spoke to the crowd mixed with familiar faces and strangers. I could still feel the energy that raced through me as the Holy Spirit quickened my mind and I was able to weave the spiritual lesson with a practical application. A bit of anxiety tinged with anger came to mind as I thought about the jerk in the crowd that tried to rebuttal what was being said right in the middle of my comment. Amazingly (this is one of the reasons I know it was a dream) I politely held a finger up to the guy and shook my head.
“See, Lord,” I said as I lay in bed reminiscing, “That’s exactly why I don’t like speaking to a group.”
I, also, remember feeling strangely confident in what I was saying and keenly concerned that the audience was grasping the knowledge provided.
An Unlikely Sermon
“That’s not true,” I began my rebuttal to the disgruntled young man in the dream. “God does care about you,” I continued before pausing. My mind reeled. What was I going to say? How would I prove that God cared about this dude?
“God,” I began again with a surge of assurance, “cares about you because He created you with a specific purpose in mind. It’s like when you create something. You have a purpose for it no matter what someone else tries to do with it. Take for instance a chair. If you create a chair…”
“I don’t see what that has to do with anything,” came the interruption right next to me, “because…”
“Not right now,” I said addressing the stranger and holding a finger up to his face. I continued, “If you create a chair and someone takes it and puts a table cloth on it and says it’s a table. what is it?”
Everyone, including the young man, said, “A chair.”
“Exactly,” I said smiling. I pointed to another guy in the crowd whose purple sweater still sticks out visually. “Chris, God has put in you specific characteristics and gifts to fulfill a purpose that only you can fulfill. We all have that. God told Jeremiah that before He formed him in the womb that He knew him. That means you were on His mind before conception. Just like before you create anything - whether a chair, a piece of art, a stanza of music, whatever it is – you have a picture of it in your mind and how you would like it to be before you begin creating it. It’s the same thing with God.”
And then I spoke the reverberating ”God thought of you.”
Now What?
Joy and uncertainty plagued me most of the day. Joy because everyone wants to be thought of. Hence a majority of the reason we constantly check iPhones/blackberries/droids for missed calls and overlooked texts; facebook pages for updated comments or likes; tweetdecks for missed retweets or direct messages.
To know that your Creator carried thoughts of you in mind before ever exerting energy to form you should hopefully spark an ounce of awful reverence and tender thanks.
I guess the uncertainty came when I thought about why I needed that dream that morning. I don’t remember going to bed with thoughts of worthlessness or questions of identity. Maybe it was simply because God wanted to remind me that He has plans to prosper me and not to harm me. Maybe, like any good father would, He just wanted to remind me that He’s thinking of me.