It was a reoccurring dream from my childhood.
I was standing in the foyer of my great grandparents home in the dark.
It was night time and the wind was blowing the white sheers in the long windows of each bedroom.
I was pulling out a fleshy rope from out of my mouth.
It was so long and it kept coming out as I wrapped it around my hand desperately trying to yank it out but there was no end.
I was in elementary school and it was very frightening.
It was bitter and it was choking me. I will never forget the texture or the taste.
There was no one to help me or explain what was happening.
My teeth felt like they were loosening and coming out.
What a weird dream?!?
Never understood it and
I don’t revisit painful places
but….this heart of mine is being provoked and tilled and the light is exposing darkness.
The darkness has to leave and light always overcomes.
The foyer is gone.
The house no longer exists.
My memories of question are not answered by bitterness!
Oh taste and see that The Lord is Good!!!
His sweetness and shining are triumphing over that place I stood battling that unseen force …..I’m dying but only to those lonely places…
It is time to rest and not fight.
Bitterness will not be my plight.
I’m learning, listening, leaning on the Lord of Life.