One other purpose to this blog is to put down spiritual thoughts.
Often when I am driving my bus, some of the most interesting thoughts come to me. and here is one. If I was created and molded for my real home then why do I resist the molding. Every hurt, worry and burden is meant to make me the perfect fit for a perfect home that will satisfy me forever. I picture a sculptor taking his thumb and pushing here or shoving there and then picking up his knife and trimming and cutting. He backs away to see what is needed next. He then looks at the place created for his mater piece and then goes back with a loving hand and continues the work.
If I truly believe to the very depth of my soul then I could just jump for joy at a God who would work so hard on molding the object of his love to create a perfect fit. So how much belief do I really have. Every unhappy thought of a situation I am in should bring to light my lack of faith.
Oh God build my faith may I find peace in each difficult situation I find myself in knowing your loving molding hand is making me a perfect fit for my heavenly home.
Now back to my Dreams. I now have had a serious of lighter hart dreams. Have no ideal why, but they are interesting all the same. I think it will be evident that these are different.
I saw a scrapbook background sheet. It was a piece that used distressed ink, mauve, yellow and brown and it had been embossed but the background had ink but the embossed part was white. When I woke up I thought about how you could achieve this look. Then it came to me, just use sandpaper. I attempted it and here is what I came up with. How much fun to have a lighter dream and use it in something I love.
A few days later a dream all of us enjoyed.
The lentil dream
It was simple lintel, over and over I needed to by lintel. I went to wal-mart and could not find it. Then it was at several different stores but no lentil. That was the dream nothing more. So when I woke up, I wonder isn't lentil a Jewish item, lentil soup. Not sure. So I went downstairs and Google lentil, and sure enough there was a recipe for lentil soup.
So I was pretty sure lentil was something Jewish and so I called my friend who is up on Jewish customs and food. Sure enough lentil was a Jewish soup that was served by Jacob to Esau who sold his birth right for it. So my mom and I went to target to find Lentil soup. It was pretty easy to find there. My friend said it might be hard to find and try Target. It was a strange looking little bean and took only 30 min to cook. So I fixed the soup which was kind of like a vegetable soup with sausage in it and tomatoes. Funny that I also dreamed the soup and it had tomatoes in it and looked very much like what I actually made. So what was the reason for such a strange dream. Beats me, I mean the bean and soup was a real product that I had never given any thoughts to. Is there some meaning to the fact it is a Jewish item. Really don't know. But it was kind of fun and makes you wonder why.
The bus ride and hunt for coke for a bus load of kids
Then time has passed and nothing as far as Dreams then last night it happened. I have been off work with strip throat and sleep down stairs. About 5:30 AM Bill got up and I went up stairs. When I went back to sleep I dreamed of school buses. School was out and I was driving grade school kids home. At some point in time I wanted to take them to get everyone a coke. Now that was a time consuming problem. I finally got to a place to get them a coke, all 64 of them. I tried to get them to hurry on the cokes but every thing was in slow motion.
I decided it was taking to long and thought I should call my boss and inform him. Now he was more than a bit upset with me. I can not say how upset or what the consequences for this action for it was then I woke up on my own. I think there is a difference between you dream ending because the alarm went off or one that ends as you wake up natural. You are more likely to be to the end of your dream when you just wake up I would think. Not sure about that but of course it makes sense.
The question about just how upset my boss would be at a driver who kidnap a whole bus load of kids and not telling where they might be is beyond imagining. In real life I would surly be fired if not in jail.
Why, why, why, would I dream such a dream. There seems to be no meaning to it. I had been real sick and don't know if that could have a effect or something else.
So I'm off to the wonder of the sleeping mind. Oh what a wonder the very act of sleeping is. It is something each of us do automatically. To be in this unconscious state and yet a sound can easily bring us back. As I have for the first time in my life struggled with sleep and now am sleeping on my own I have spent time praising God for the blessing of sleep.
The dreaming is such a interesting wonder that it seems we cannot control. So I feel sure that as others in the bible have not struggled for meanings of dreams but seem satisfied with Gods decision to show or tell the meaning if he chooses so I will be. It is a matter of complete faith God is in control of every part of my life. All I need to do is just watch and pray.
Now dream themselves are a strange thing. When I wake up I put an effort to remember my night dream. If I don't put it down on paper it will be lost. But this is what is strange to me. Where ever this is stored in my mind I can lose it quit easily. As I was writing from my notes I would almost forget I even had this until I read two thirds of the notes. Only the very vivid ones seems to last.
Often when I am driving my bus, some of the most interesting thoughts come to me. and here is one. If I was created and molded for my real home then why do I resist the molding. Every hurt, worry and burden is meant to make me the perfect fit for a perfect home that will satisfy me forever. I picture a sculptor taking his thumb and pushing here or shoving there and then picking up his knife and trimming and cutting. He backs away to see what is needed next. He then looks at the place created for his mater piece and then goes back with a loving hand and continues the work.
If I truly believe to the very depth of my soul then I could just jump for joy at a God who would work so hard on molding the object of his love to create a perfect fit. So how much belief do I really have. Every unhappy thought of a situation I am in should bring to light my lack of faith.
Oh God build my faith may I find peace in each difficult situation I find myself in knowing your loving molding hand is making me a perfect fit for my heavenly home.
Now back to my Dreams. I now have had a serious of lighter hart dreams. Have no ideal why, but they are interesting all the same. I think it will be evident that these are different.I saw a scrapbook background sheet. It was a piece that used distressed ink, mauve, yellow and brown and it had been embossed but the background had ink but the embossed part was white. When I woke up I thought about how you could achieve this look. Then it came to me, just use sandpaper. I attempted it and here is what I came up with. How much fun to have a lighter dream and use it in something I love.
A few days later a dream all of us enjoyed.
The lentil dream
It was simple lintel, over and over I needed to by lintel. I went to wal-mart and could not find it. Then it was at several different stores but no lentil. That was the dream nothing more. So when I woke up, I wonder isn't lentil a Jewish item, lentil soup. Not sure. So I went downstairs and Google lentil, and sure enough there was a recipe for lentil soup.
So I was pretty sure lentil was something Jewish and so I called my friend who is up on Jewish customs and food. Sure enough lentil was a Jewish soup that was served by Jacob to Esau who sold his birth right for it. So my mom and I went to target to find Lentil soup. It was pretty easy to find there. My friend said it might be hard to find and try Target. It was a strange looking little bean and took only 30 min to cook. So I fixed the soup which was kind of like a vegetable soup with sausage in it and tomatoes. Funny that I also dreamed the soup and it had tomatoes in it and looked very much like what I actually made. So what was the reason for such a strange dream. Beats me, I mean the bean and soup was a real product that I had never given any thoughts to. Is there some meaning to the fact it is a Jewish item. Really don't know. But it was kind of fun and makes you wonder why.
The bus ride and hunt for coke for a bus load of kids
Then time has passed and nothing as far as Dreams then last night it happened. I have been off work with strip throat and sleep down stairs. About 5:30 AM Bill got up and I went up stairs. When I went back to sleep I dreamed of school buses. School was out and I was driving grade school kids home. At some point in time I wanted to take them to get everyone a coke. Now that was a time consuming problem. I finally got to a place to get them a coke, all 64 of them. I tried to get them to hurry on the cokes but every thing was in slow motion.
I decided it was taking to long and thought I should call my boss and inform him. Now he was more than a bit upset with me. I can not say how upset or what the consequences for this action for it was then I woke up on my own. I think there is a difference between you dream ending because the alarm went off or one that ends as you wake up natural. You are more likely to be to the end of your dream when you just wake up I would think. Not sure about that but of course it makes sense.
The question about just how upset my boss would be at a driver who kidnap a whole bus load of kids and not telling where they might be is beyond imagining. In real life I would surly be fired if not in jail.
Why, why, why, would I dream such a dream. There seems to be no meaning to it. I had been real sick and don't know if that could have a effect or something else.
So I'm off to the wonder of the sleeping mind. Oh what a wonder the very act of sleeping is. It is something each of us do automatically. To be in this unconscious state and yet a sound can easily bring us back. As I have for the first time in my life struggled with sleep and now am sleeping on my own I have spent time praising God for the blessing of sleep.
The dreaming is such a interesting wonder that it seems we cannot control. So I feel sure that as others in the bible have not struggled for meanings of dreams but seem satisfied with Gods decision to show or tell the meaning if he chooses so I will be. It is a matter of complete faith God is in control of every part of my life. All I need to do is just watch and pray.
Now dream themselves are a strange thing. When I wake up I put an effort to remember my night dream. If I don't put it down on paper it will be lost. But this is what is strange to me. Where ever this is stored in my mind I can lose it quit easily. As I was writing from my notes I would almost forget I even had this until I read two thirds of the notes. Only the very vivid ones seems to last.
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