The past few weeks I have been feeling scattered and ripped apart in various areas of my life… like there were pieces of my soul in different parts of my life– a few pieces were laying with my jobs, a few with my friends, some with my church, and others with my extras. I have been lost and confused as to where I am supposed to place my heart.
As I was praying one night, I asked God to really clarrify where he wanted my heart to be… that night, I had a dream.
I was standing aside. But as I stood there, I could see myself- (you know how dreams are… when you watch yourself doing something… that's what it was like)- As I was standing there watching myself, I saw individuals from different areas of my life come to me, asking me for something. To each person that came to me, I offered a part of myself. They would cut off their piece and use it until they didn't need it anymore. They then proceeded to drop it on the ground. The people kept coming to me, and I kept offering myself to them. Pretty soon, there was nothing left to offer, and the pieces of my body were scattered on the ground. Some were close together, some were far apart… some were lost in the mess of the rest of the world… A figure showed up in the distance, and it looked as if this figure was picking something up with every few steps that it took. The closer it got, the clearer the image. I noticed that what the figure was picking up were the pieces of my tattered, scattered body. It was God. Every piece had its place. He put my arms back together, my legs back together, my torso back together… With every piece that he mended together, he pulled me closer… and closer… and closer… Until I was whole again.
Right before I woke up, he placed his finger on my chest, pointed straight to my heart… and then at His. I was reminded, that no matter where I put my help in the world, God will always hold my heart right beside his.
And that… was my dream.
