i had a dream the other night and it was a blast from the past. no it was not a prophetic dream. and yes it was something i want to forget. but what i can do now, i had already been reminded. the dream was quite lucid. with that, it was not exactly easy to brush aside.
this morning, i found myself running. i had all these discomforts in my heart. God was pulling me aside. shifting eyes were no longer tolerable. the dream, was just a reminder of residues left in my heart. the discomfort, is the manifestation of the God who is holy, drawing closer to a Me whose insides need to be undone.
3 Listen! It’s the voice of someone shouting,
“Clear the way through the wilderness
for the Lord!
Make a straight highway through the wasteland
for our God!
4 Fill in the valleys,
and level the mountains and hills.
Straighten the curves,
and smooth out the rough places.
5 Then the glory of the Lord will be revealed,
and all people will see it together.
The Lord has spoken!” — Isaiah 40:3-6, NLT
This morning i ran to God. Pounded on the gates of heaven until I found the key dangling on my chest.