Two weeks ago, two nights in a row, I had dreams. You know — dreams. I didn’t blog them because I wasn’t sure I wanted to make them public. Silly me, I should have at least grabbed a notebook and scribbled with pen and paper.
(Incidentally, the fact that I can recall a dream is my most consistent clue that it is a God-dream. Most dreams fade the moment I wake up. But there are those I remember. I don’t always take them seriously, but share them with Kay and say, “Isn’t that bizarre?” Then she gives me a knowing look and says, “OK, would you like to know what it means?”)
So. I was playing bass in a worship setting and having a good time. We finished the set, and I went over to talk with Regina. She said, “You know, we’ve been working at this for the past 2 years. We believe in it, but no one has acknowledged us and we are tired, just tired!” I was surprised because I know that Regina is not driven by a desire for recognition, but I could understand the frustration I heard.
Then she said, “You know the quarterly magazine we get from our denomination? It used to be so valuable to us, but now we don’t even look at it because it’s no longer helpful. They don’t begin to address what we’re trying to deal with.”
Regina got up to leave, because the dream was done. “Wait!” I called after her. “There is so much I want to ask, you are one of my favorite worship leaders, I am always inspired by what you do, help me!” And I woke up.
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