The Fire and His Flames

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I am with you and shall watch over you wherever you go in your dreams, and I shall bring you safely home.

Richard Zimler

What is a dream journal, and how would that be any different than my basic journal? Dream while you’re awake, as the saying goes. Each day is a dream in process, or a dream I am processing.

This is my life, use it.

These are my thoughts, search them.

Here are my scars, read them.

In the light, raw and unfiltered, stumbling on my knees, deception can’t have a foothold.

The promise of presence is the only safety net we have or need. Darkness fell like lightning, and the fury rages but for a consuming fire. Temporal elements of this world are nothing to cling to, for just as fire warms it also destroys, so anything we see must eventually answer and bow to the divine. What matters is that we put sweet for sweet, recognize true as true, and know love is love.

How can we dream while we’re running for our lives? Because of who runs with us, because of the One who goes before us, gave His life to live inside us. In His story, which all of ours are simply chapters of, the better question is what dreams may come. For the gifts of God are irrevocable, and they are fanned into flames.

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