Tag: dreams

I Didn’t Press Replay

I didn’t press replay but, there you were smirking in my dreams, and I search each one hoping to find a clue.

What Dreams May Come, You are Still God

Psalm 91:5 You will not be afraid of the terror by night, Or of the arrow that flies by day;    Nightmares about Jonathan last night, tears this morning.   Lord, I know that perfect peace does not mean absence of troubles. I lay my dreams,…

By the Sweat of His Brow

Depression desperately looks for the exits from the sweat of our nightmares. You entered our fear driven world and sweat blood of understanding as you stayed, all in, the flesh of our circumstances. Proving that you can resurrect us from the terror of our troubles.

Aired Out

Sucking in the stale air of depression, regurgitating regret day after day.   Throw open windows!   You broke the seal of our tomb of circumstances. Resurrect the fresh fragrance of hope planted in the sunshine of our dreams. Filter life through the curtains of our mourning soul and invite us to…

Grief in Nightmares

I don’t sleep much, and when I do it is filled with nightmares. I don’t need a Halloween, my eyes are already pried open to the horrors of life. Feeling pretty down right now. I dreamed this week that I was in a pool…

Sowing in Tears = a Joyful Harvest

Psalm 126:6 He who goes out weeping, bearing the seed for sowing, shall come home with shouts of joy, bringing his sheaves with him. I dreamed about Jonathan last night. We were so excited to see him, but I knew it was only temporary…

I Don’t Need a Diviner of Dreams: I need Jesus

Jeremiah 27: 9“But as for you, do not listen to your prophets, your diviners, your dreamers, your soothsayers or your sorcerers who speak to you, saying, ‘You will not serve the king of Babylon.’ 10“For they prophesy a lie to you in order to…

Dusty Realities

Dreams–dusty realities removing time and distance Like a movement of dissidence, tucked into a symphony of reason. You are a memory that makes no sense, resurrected by heartache, sewn together by longing, until the persistent alarm shatters my dreams to a heavy concrete world without you.

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