Dream

i fell asleep so cozied in last nite... my hips/low back have been bothering me when i'm laying on them and it helps to surround myself with pillows.  i have my one up top, then a long squishier one on my left side and a smaller firmer therapeutic one on my right, they are so close together that it leaves me with just a tiny little portion of my side touching the actual bed... then my sil gave me this great pillow that you can heat up and that goes between my thighs... C is such a lucky man cuz this whole scenario is hot

but it keeps me comfortable and to top it off last nite... after about 5 min of settling in... the lightest little rain started that crescendoed into a cover of heaviness that relaxed me further and lulled me to sleep

i woke up at 2 something am for two reasons, the underlying i'm pretty sure was my bladder and the other was the dream

the water stretched for miles but was shallow where i stood surrounded by 3 others, the shape of us making a circle.  i was speaking while the two on my sides plunged the one in front of me back... under the sheet of dark blue he went and back up - the whole scene as peaceful as could be and yet awareness of the ever growing line of people that formed behind me was present despite my not turning around to witness 

everyone with empty hands and a decision filled heart that guided their bodies right into the water 

but we were only 3 or 4 in to the baptizing when the unexpected blow of what sounded like a horn played... one note it seemed with a million tones all at once, full like an orchestra and pure like a violin... it commenced in peace as if to allow us to wrap our minds around it and then it too crescendoed into a power I'd never felt before but then the dream started ending - my vision got hazy as we fell to our knees, enveloping the water below us and that was it, the dream was over...

I woke and first thing on my mind was my bladder... i stirred my way awake and followed my usual routine to maneuver myself out of bed, another lovelee site.  And as i did, the dream came rushing back and with it such a warning in my heart of a realness that wasn't there when I laid my head down 4 hours ealier...

I know not the hour of the return of Jesus Christ but the hour is real and this dream allowed me to feel a weight of finality that I'd only assumed the moment held when imagining it but never felt to that degree.  As I made my way back into bed, my heart was still filled so full with this warning that for a minute I wondered if an actual trumpet did blow and others had gone on with Jesus while I made my way back into my own man made bed of comfort.

A quote I recently read in a book filled my thoughts, "Live as though Christ died yesterday, rose from the grave today, and is coming back tomorrow." ~Theodore Epp  as well as a video I'd watched a few weeks back now from Anne Graham Lotz on her belief Jesus will come before she leaves earth.   In it she said something along the lines of "How would I live right now differently if I believed Jesus would return in the next 5 minutes."

It's a discipline of sorts to think this way because it isn't a natural human bent... so much always pulling us into the here and now, making it's ups and downs seem like the real weight, confusing us.  The sound of the real trumpet is such a judge and only what's been built on the before-time and never-ending firm foundation of Jesus Christ is gonna remain and by faith in him I pray that'll encompass me and every reader reading.