This morning, I woke up from a weird nightmare. It started off with a horrific tragedy. But soon after that scene, it ended with me in a room with other mourners. We were supporting each other through the sorrrow, and then there was such a strong feeling of hope in Christ to restore all things. Not of Him "one day" in the future restoring us, but a very present hope that He had already begun restoring us.
When I woke up, I had that paradoxical mix of tremendous sorrow with real, rejoicing hope.
"...sorrowful, yet always rejoicing..."
But i still prefer to not have nightmares....
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