Early yesterday morning I had the most beautiful dream. I awoke from it with a heart filled with joy and aching. I laid there in the quiet dark of early morning and cried out to God to move. It haunted me throughout the day and my cries echoed.
I’ve shared before our lack of local community, and lately the ache has grown more fierce. My heart aches, booming low like a kick drum within my chest.
I love the online community that I have. And I wouldn’t give them up for anything. A couple of them have become my closest friends and confidants over the last year. But I long for hands to hold as I walk this road called life. For shoulders able to catch tears of joy, frustration, and sorrow.
You see…my dream…was that Shawn and I were part of a community of like minded people that we did life with. It was truly a beautiful scene. The laughter still rings in my mind’s ears.
And my heart aches that we don’t have that. My spirit is starving for it. I can’t help but think that God gave me this dream because it’s His dream for us as well. We were created to be in community, and I can only imagine that if my heart aches as much as it does His hurts even more.
I know that He will answer. I know that He will provide. Like I said, He created us for community. In a sense I would say this dream could even be prophetic, even if the faces and the place are different, because I know He wants this for us.