I dreamed another dream...

A young man was in search for a perfect gift and walked into an antique looking store. There was an old storekeeper behind the counter. The guy walked up and asked the storekeeper to help him find the perfect gift, he had been looking for a long time and was growing weary. The storekeeper looked at the guy for a long time and said “I have just the thing you’ve been looking for, I have been hiding it away, and it is the most precious thing in this store. You may have it – provided you keep it in a place of honor and take good care of it.” The storekeeper turned to the shelves behind him and moved some things away from the front and reached way back to lift out the item. The guy smiled and received the gift and left the store. After some time had passed, the storekeeper went to check on the guy and see if he was true to his word. The storekeeper found that the gift had been cast away to the side so the storekeeper retrieved the gift and scolded the guy for not living up to his end of the bargain. The storekeeper said, “I will take the gift back and put it away for someone who will cherish and realize its value.”

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There is a second part to the dream but I have tried to type it and everytine I do, I feel like I would be spoiling the end of a story and I feel compelled to wait for prompting to tell anyone what happens next. So stay tuned...

The spirit whispered to me at Mass on Saturday, “I am not taking something away from you; I am taking you away from something.” After mass on Sunday it whispered, “Let me deal with it.” “Wait for my signal, I will let you know.”

God’s will is difficult, I am unable to see the big picture. I trust that He does, and knows where to weave my unique color into the tapestry. Whether I belong to the right corner or to the left, remains in God’s artistic hands.

A Memory of my Grandmother

This morning I began a reading a book of meditations of St. Therese of Lisieux. The focus being on how Therese communicated to God in her "Heart to Hearts". Therese saw God as a loving parent with arms open wide ready to accept and forgive the little child. It is a beautiful image, and the first meditation concluded by asking the reader to reflect upon a childhood memory of experiencing the care and affection of someone. I paused, closed my eyes and unpacked the many memories I have trying to find the perfect one in which I felt completely safe and loved, then I remembered this...

As a young girl I often had terrible dreams. One in particular scared me out of my wits, I recall it having something to do with mirrors and the devil - there were times I wouldn't go to sleep unless all the mirrors were covered. My father's parents lived with us and I often found myself knocking on their door on the nights I couldn't sleep. My Grandmother would ask if I'd had that dream again and escort me back to my room where she would kiss my forehead, snuggle me close and say the Rosary. When she said the Rosary my fears always subsided and I would feel safe and peaceful as if she had invoked my Guardian angel to keep watch over me - but she would stay with me until I fell asleep. My Grandmother was a loving and comforting woman, I only wish that she were still here. I can only hope that one day I will leave such a wonderful memory to my own grandchild.

I dreamed a dream…

A couple of nights ago, I had a rather perplexing dream and am baffled as to its meaning. I dreamt I was at Mass at St. Teresa’s in which all four priests there presided. All four priests wore black, gold, violet and green palliums over their chasubles. My dream occurred during communion, I had noticed a woman getting in and out of line seemingly undecided whether or not to receive the Eucharist. When she decided to get back in line the last time, she put out her hand to get in front of a young girl in a white communion dress. The young girl began to cry and the priest refused the woman communion. The woman started to scream and cry hysterically, and then two priests took her each by the arm and dragged her out of the church.
I am rather upset by this dream and I find it disturbing. I have been unable to think about anything else. The only thing I could find on the internet was this…
“To dream of communion, symbolizes your conflict with the material world and the spiritual world. You are torn between your values and your feelings. Alternatively, the dream indicates a betrayal. You may also be seeking some form of acceptance”.

If anyone reads this, what are your thoughts?