Of Dreams and Bridges

I have been troubled all day by a dream that I woke with this morning. I know I know you are saying that dreams are a result of a “multitude of business” of the day that your mind is trying to work through. However, when you have had dreams that come to pass exactly as you have dreamed them, or the symbolism is so clear that I could figure out what it meant and would see how it came to pass, it does give you pause. Then the phrase “beauty for ashes” kept going through my mind and so I found it tucked into a verse in Isaiah 61:3.  I had a lot of driving to do so I started listening to the scriptures being read from that verse in Isaiah to chapter seven of Jeremiah. What I heard was God pleading with His people to be faithful to Him, to return to the old paths and quit their sins and from worshipping idols made with their own hands instead of the God who had fed them, clothed them and led them out of the desert place into the lush Promised Land. I listened and felt sorry for the Creator of the Universe, I know what it feels like to be left by one that was supposed to love you, to find out someone has taken your place and it is not a good feeling, I repeat, I felt sorry for God. I have found, and I repeat, that God continues to love us, and give us chance after chance to turn our life around, He gives us hope.

Lamentations 3:19-24

I’ll never forget the trouble, the utter lostness,

    the taste of ashes, the poison I’ve swallowed.

I remember it all—oh, how well I remember—

    the feeling of hitting the bottom.

But there’s one other thing I remember,

    and remembering, I keep a grip on hope:

God’s loyal love couldn’t have run out,

    his merciful love couldn’t have dried up.

They’re created new every morning.

    How great your faithfulness!

I’m sticking with God (I say it over and over).

    He’s all I’ve got left.

Then after thinking about how God continues to love us and give us solutions to our problems when we asked, something else came to my mind, a song I have been listening to over and over sung by none other than Miss Aretha Franklin, although you will probably be more familiar with it if I said it was written and sung by Simon and Garfunkel, it is Bridge over Troubled Water. I am going to put some of the words here for you to read and as you read them I ask you to picture Jesus being the bridge over the troubled waters of your life.

When you’re weary, feeling small, When tears are in your eyes, I’ll dry them all (all) I’m on your side, oh, when times get rough and friends just can’t be found like a bridge over troubled water I will lay me down like a bridge over troubled water I will lay me down, When you’re down and out When you’re on the street, When evening falls so hard I will comfort you  I’ll take your part, oh, when darkness comes and pain is all around, Like a bridge over troubled water I will lay me down Like a bridge over troubled water I will lay me down.

I need that Bridge right now, do you?

About harolene

Thank you for stopping by for a visit! If you read my thoughts you will see that I am sometimes serious, at other times sappy or funny, occasionally I am sad and sentimental, but I am always sincere! I am a single mother who raised two children, born ten years apart and different sexes so first it was bows and dolls, pretty dresses and boys! When my son was born it was rough and tumble games, baseball, soccer, wrestling and girls! I am known for my "smile" and for my default answer to any situation, "no problem", which was something I didn't realize I did until it was pointed out to me! I am a moon watcher and a star gazer. I am astounded and feel so small knowing that every creature that has ever walked the face of this earth has gazed upon that same beautiful orb that my eyes can behold on any night when the earth is not wearing her cloak of clouds. My parents have made me the person that I am. Their love, veracity in all areas of life, humor and passion for their work and each other have given me hope that my life can actually be a happy one! Chances are if you are reading this you already know all this but again, I appreciate your stopping by! While you're here hit the "Like" button for me and thanks for checking in!
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2 Responses to Of Dreams and Bridges

  1. peajaye1 says:

    He wants to give me beauty, but in order to receive that, I must let go the ashes.

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  2. PegJean says:

    My Mom uses a cross as an evangelistic tool. Man and God with a chasm between them with sin separating us from Him. Lay that cross across the chasm and walk across that bridge over troubled waters. So the first time I skimmed and this time I took time to really read.

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