Sunday night I dreamt I had volunteered to teach in the Marshall Islands. I was walking around the island when I realized that I didn't want to be there and that it had been a mistake to commit myself to a year of teaching in Majuro. In my dream, I realized that I had to either tell my boss that I wanted to quit or to just grin and bear another year there. I woke up and felt a great sense of relief.
Monday night I dreamt that I had volunteered to teach in a remote village in Thailand. The village was so remote that no regular public transportation came through the village and I had to either run to town or catch a ride with my supervisors. As my time progressed in this remote village, I realized that it had been a mistake to volunteer to work there and I desperately wanted to go back to Florida. Again, I woke up relieved.
I don't think that my dreams were prophetic, but they did remind me of this simple thing: sometimes it is a gift to wake up and be exactly where you are.
3 comments:
Thanks for sharing this; I especially like the last line. I don't completely love where I am right now, but I feel it's where I need to be, so that's so much better than being somewhere else!
Yes! I understand that too. I might be geographically happy but there are some life-circumstances I'm unhappy with. Constantly this year, I've been reminded that God is in these circumstances and growing me through them.
Wait...did that just come out of your mouth/pen/laptop/computer? Oh no...it was just a dream. If you only knew about your dreams a year ago...such horror! *gasp*
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