Dream a Little Dream

. . . .Or a life-changing, amazing, spiritual dream.  That’s what happened to Izzy last night.

“How did you sleep, Sweetie?”

“Really good.  I had an awesome dream, Mom.  I’ve never had a dream like that before.”

“What about?”

“Well, I was playing with some friends, and we were scared of something.  And Jesus came to get us.  He tried to part the clouds, but it didn’t work the first time.  Then He tried again and it worked, so He came and picked us up.”

“Mm Hmm.”  (I was a little speechless at this point.)

“You weren’t there, Mom.  Neither was Dad.”

Nice.  “Did Jesus come to get us at all?  Maybe later?”

“Um no.  I never saw you.”

“Uh huh.” (A little panic is setting in at this point.)  “So why don’t you think Jesus came for Daddy and me?”

“Oh Mom, it was just about kids.  He was comforting us because we were scared.  And then He brought us back.  Oh, and it was the cute Jesus from The Bible series.”

“That’s really, really neat, Izzy. I mean, well, the cute Jesus part is weird, but I get what you’re saying.  So what do you think your dream means?”

“I think Jesus wants us to know that He’s always there.  He’s right there.  Sometimes we leave Him, but He’s always there.  And always He’s there at the scary times protecting us.”

I really struggled with what to say, and what to ask.  I’m still processing it.  I’m trying to let go of my analytical side that has many more questions, and possible interpretations of what the dream meant.  But what I think I’m supposed to do is take to heart the simplicity of what Izzy said.

Jesus wants us to know He’s always there.

And perhaps, in my cluttered mind and busy life, I miss those messages from Him.

Izzy, I know that dream is very personal to you—as it should be.  But thank you for dreaming a little dream for me.