Those of you who know me well know that I have some odd dreams. Some of them I take seriously (Travis, where is Travis??!!). Some of them don't really mean anything (Sam, give us that house back!). Today I got an email from a dear friend. The subject line was "worst dream ever." The dream was about me. Here's the transcription of the email.
"I had a dream last night that we were all going on a trip somewhere on Southwest. Our plane got delayed so we all waited around, but you snuck onto an earlier flight. We watched it take off and then all of the cargo dumped out of the bottom of it. It fell several hundred feet and we thought it was going to crash. It regained speed, but then fell straight down and crashed. It was horrible. We had grief meetings all afternoon."
My friend told me the dream was so real that she woke up and started crying. There's no way to answer if this dream "means" anything or not. We've been studying the book of Daniel in Sunday School and we know that no man can know or interpret dreams, only God can do this. But I don't discount the importance of dreams. At the very least, dreams often reveal to us our deepest fears, desires and faults. Does it concern me that my friend dreamed of my death? No. I am secure in my Savior and have no cause to fear death. Death has no sting! But it does remind me that I should never take a day for granted. I don't know what this day will result in and I don't know when the Lord will choose to call me to Himself.
Come quickly, Lord Jesus.