Too often I see the forest,
but miss the tree I’m standing next to.
I see the piles of laundry, and miss the clean freshly vacuumed carpet under my feet.
As far away as yesterday the Lord showed me some details I needed to be aware of.
Each one was within my heart.
What brought them into focus was a dream I’d had two nights before.
It was ridiculous.
I dreamed we were moving to a new house.
Boxes were everywhere and as I climbed up the stairs to the bedrooms I realized the entire floor was buckled like a sway-backed mule.
I was so upset in my dream about the terrible conditions of this new place and my last emotion before I woke was despair at ever getting things neat and pretty again.
Silly, I know.
Yet I kept thinking about it.
Why was it so tender to my emotions that this dream seemed to prick my heart?
The Lord showed me a fear I didn’t realize was there.
Actually, I was used to it to the point I thought it was completely normal.
Wrong.
Why am I afraid of our home being out of control in one aspect or another?
Because I’m a control freak and I wouldn’t be able to control an issue of that magnitude.
Uhg!
Pride again.
So, I am praying each time I think of our home, our future, and our “image”.
I am asked the Lord to forgive my pride in my own abilities.
I’m placing our future in His hands.
And I’m asking Jesus to be the only thing people see when they look at our family.
And I’m paying attention to the details.
The tree I’m standing next to is TRUST.
The stump I’ve stepped away from is fear.
patientlyhopeful 