In God's Hands

Dreams have always fascinated me. How complex is our mind that it can dream as we sleep. How complex is our mind that some dreams are remembered in great detail, some tucked away until an experience in our life un-tucks them, and yet others are tucked away so deeply that they are never remembered.

Mom and Dad visited with me on my patio yesterday. Dad looked tired. Dad also looked like he was deep in thought. With the storms that passed through yesterday morning, I knew that they were awake much earlier than their normal routine. He said that after the storms had settled he returned to bed for a short nap. When he did so, he dreamed of his deceased father. He said that in his dream, he could see him just as clear as if he were sitting with us. He was wearing his khaki clothes. They were together at the farm property. They were after a combine that Grandpa Gro had purchased. After determining that the combine had been a wise purchase, Grandpa Gro was off to get another leaving Dad in charge of the first.

Listening to Dad’s dream was mesmerizing. I wondered if he dreamed of him because he was aware of the anniversary of his death. Or was the dream a way of being reminded of the date. Maybe it was because Dad seemed to turn to his father for fatherly advice and maybe he would enjoying having that now. Maybe it was because he’s been spending time with a friend who is older than Dad and he wishes it were his Dad. Maybe it was because Mom has been going through old photos and some were of him. Maybe…Maybe….Maybe….the list could be endless.

Our conversation then turned to the dreams that I’ve had about my deceased grandparents. Mom shared dreams of her own deceased parents. Conversation switched to another topic, then another, and soon they were leaving.

Today, the story of Dad’s dream stayed on my mind. Along with those thoughts were thoughts of our Creator who created our amazing mind. How amazing HE is!

Psalm 148:5 “Let them praise the name of the Lord, For He commanded and they were created.”