Dream


During the night I had a vision (Zechariah 1:8)

Well, oddly, so did I. The difference is that mine was a waking dream. I know it doesn't really count but it did involve some weird and uncomfortable images: a very steep narrow stairwell, a child made out of sticks, and a life-threatening fall. I reckon the stairwell came from our Istanbul trip, but the others were more likely related to sending my eldest lad off to far flung countries today. 

I wonder where Zechariah's arose. The local trees coming into bloom maybe, the warriors going out to battle and the horrors of exile in a foreign land. Wherever they came from, it seems clear that God was using them to speak both to the people at the time and to us. 

And mine? Well I suspect it's more reminder than warning. 'Know that saying goodbye really does stretch your faith, even if you don't feel it on the surface - put your son in my hands for I am ready to save, not just now but each day. And the stick boy? No idea - I'll have to ponder that one.


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