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Dreams

Last night, I dreamed. I woke up with the dream fresh. It was a strange dream as most of mine are- a mixed bag of emotion, random happenings and snapshots of the day.

I was gathering food on a plate from a bar or an area that food had been placed. As I gathered, I saw that everyone else had beautiful cuts of meat, and I had a few small leftover pieces, full of that and some not even cooked.

I gathered what I could on my blue Fiesta Ware plate. (I remember that vividly-most likely from emptying the dishwasher last night.)

I took my plate to a seat only to be upset that I didn’t really have one. I wondered aloud about why I had no place to sit, nothing great to eat. I was surrounded with a few friends and family members with no true place.

I woke up knowing I needed to dwell a bit on the stream. I even did the Wordle today and the word was “dream”. Ironic. Maybe.

I’m sure there are a million ways to interpret this dream but I think it’s about the feeling of finding, of looking around my life, seeing the seats and feeling lost, feeling like I haven’t found my place, my seat.

I also think it has something to do with that plate, my Blue Fiesta Ware plate. I was concerned with what others had on their plate, I was focused on their “better food”. I had the choice to put the food on my plate or leave it.

So I choose to remember the truth of God‘s love for me. I don’t have to fight for my place on earth because Someone else fights for me. I have a seat at the table, the one that truly matters in the end.

I will also think about my “plate”, my life. What am I filling it with? I can look to the left or right, compare what others have to what I have. I can choose to fill my plate intentionally, processing and praying. Avoiding the urgency to pile my plate high.

There’s a story in the Bible about a boy name Mephibosheth. I’ve written about him before, about finding a place at the table. His body was literally broken, legs crippled, but the king made a place at his table for Mephibosheth.

I come with flaws and hurts, a past that needs healing. Yet I have a beautiful plate of food and a chair with a place card that has my name inscribed on it, waiting for me, at the table, always.

Food for thought: Where are you sitting and what’s on your plate?

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