Sitting in the Red Dot, a coffee shop in Northville. As the name implies….I am here. I am here with misty eyes listening to Chris Tomlin sing, “You’re a good, good Father”….through my earbuds on my cell phone. The words sink in.
“You have enclosed me behind and before and laid Your hand upon me” from Psalm 139 surfaces to my mind from the Holy Spirit in me.
I had a dream that woke me up very early this morning. I was in a dark theater. I asked the lady if I could sit in the seat next to her. She said, “OK, but there is a man who may want that seat” implying that this man liked her. I sat down anyway and talked to the lady a bit when the man about whom she had referred approached and told me to get up. I stood up and saw the man drawing a knife in the dark. In fear, I starting yelling very loudly, “Police! Police! Police!” The man immediately fled across the theater.
At this point, I woke up. I am no interpreter of dreams, but my help in this dream was immediately available and completely effective. My fear of the man with his knife was immediately quelled.
As I listen to it again, Chris’s song begins “Oh I’ve..heard..a thousand stories of what..they think You’re like but I’ve..heard..the tender whispers of love..in the dead of night and You tell..me..that You’re pleased and that I’m never alone……………….….”
No Little People No Little Places 