Singing, Moth, Busy, Man
Posted: Sat Dec 29, 2012 4:38 am
I had a strange dream this morning. I dreamt i was getting ready for wok, and in the bathroom started singing How Great Thou Art. Suddenly, either a moth or buttefly lit itself above my head. I srated to swat it when I noticed it chnged into a square with pointed corners. It wasn't beautiful and didn't stand out in anyway.
Next scene, I am rushing around with various famiy members as we get ready. Someone knocks at the door. I think it's a salesman and I am too busy to open the door. Isaid, 'I don't have time for salesmen'. We continue rushung around and some time has passed. I notice the man is still at the door. He is a white man, about mid-forties, red hair and beard. He is sitting on a high stool, like a barstool. His backis to the door. He has on a flannel shirt. I think black and red. I sheepishly acknowledge he's been there all that time, but still don't open the door. Intersting thing is that this house is my great aunt's house in Colorado not my house.
IRL, I do sing. I used to be involved with music ministry at my church. And my home life is very busy. I care for an adult mentally ill daughter, my parents who are elderly and now my aunt lives with us and she has some mental health problems. So, I'm hoping the man at the door was not Jesus although I don't think it was. I know Jesus, but maybe I am too busy? Maybe I need to consider music ministry again? Any insights? Why my great aunt's house?
Next scene, I am rushing around with various famiy members as we get ready. Someone knocks at the door. I think it's a salesman and I am too busy to open the door. Isaid, 'I don't have time for salesmen'. We continue rushung around and some time has passed. I notice the man is still at the door. He is a white man, about mid-forties, red hair and beard. He is sitting on a high stool, like a barstool. His backis to the door. He has on a flannel shirt. I think black and red. I sheepishly acknowledge he's been there all that time, but still don't open the door. Intersting thing is that this house is my great aunt's house in Colorado not my house.
IRL, I do sing. I used to be involved with music ministry at my church. And my home life is very busy. I care for an adult mentally ill daughter, my parents who are elderly and now my aunt lives with us and she has some mental health problems. So, I'm hoping the man at the door was not Jesus although I don't think it was. I know Jesus, but maybe I am too busy? Maybe I need to consider music ministry again? Any insights? Why my great aunt's house?