Originally posted: August 25, 2011
Lately I’ve been dreaming of spiritual comforters, people from my past, who once made me feel excited about life and people who I deeply admired. When they arrive, they don’t bring with them the unsettling feelings that come when I’m awake and think of them, but they bring in those dreams such security, elegance, and comfort.
They come almost like angels, descending at the right time, at a time when I’m needing confidence and comfort. Yet I wish it wouldn’t be those people returning in the dream. I usually wish they would happily disappear from my mind, considering I don’t know, speak to, or prioritize them any longer.
Maybe I shouldn’t be thinking that they are no longer in my life, or how they had not been true friends and mentors. Instead, perhaps I should think about what God might be communicating to me through them and what could have been learned from knowing them, and try to acknowledge a few good traits about them. When I look at it that way, I can back up enough to see the larger picture.