Just A Dream

It was just a dream. A dream where I recalled every moment and every color . . . . .

It began when I opened the door to a dark room void of anyone or anything except for a chair facing an enormous window the length of the wall. I walked in, closed the door and as I approached the window I looked out at the night sky filled with stars. They were so close I felt I could reach out and touch them. Below, was a city full of havoc and noise with people rushing about and traffic moving slower than those on foot. I was comfortable being isolated from it and felt a sense of peace in that dark, quiet room.

There was something on the chair that looked like a lap top so I picked it up and sat down to open it. Inside was a computer pen and an area for drawing. Although I can't draw, this lack of talent never crossed my mind. There were no negative thoughts or feelings of failure. I simply did what I knew I was supposed to do.

The first thing I began to draw were stars. I drew one star that any small child could have mastered when suddenly the stars in the sky filled with color. Next, I began to draw a rainbow and before I could finish, a rainbow unveiled itself as far as the eye could see. What I drew looked nothing like the beauty that appeared in the heavens, yet this computer transferred the picture I had in my imagination and produced it as reality. All I had to do was draw something that represented it. I thought of creating other parts of the world so that I could see places I might otherwise never have the chance to see, but for some reason I abandoned that thought, got up and looked at the people below. The city stood very still. All eyes were fixed on Heaven. Everyone was watching the collage of colors and shapes appearing above them. No cars were honking. No rushing about. No movement. The city was just as peaceful and quiet as the room I was standing in. . .and then I woke up.

© Copyright Cheryl Taul
July 22, 2004

Yesterday, as I wrote the details of my dream, my heart was burdened for a friend who was hurting. Her talents were needed for a long-term project and when that project was up and running, she was pushed out. . .suddenly cut off from something she poured her heart and soul into. Through her tears I received a couple letters that said, "I'm at a loss. I don't know what I'm supposed to do."

How easily our hearts can be broken by someone else's attitude. Especially when we can't figure out why we're being treated that way.

My friend, your worth is not measured by the way others behave, and if they do not want your talents, God does. Move away from the chaos, then take your 'pen' and 'draw'. Start with what God has given you and when you do, keep your eyes fixed on Heaven. He can take what you've done and show you things that will astound you.