A modest journal. |
Last night I had another one --- in fact, it woke me up. I was sparsely clothed, which was embarrassing, yet I was in good spirits --- talking with friends, etc., at work. Somehow a gymnasium was there in the middle of everything with two ingresses and egresses through which foot-traffic was flowing. I returned to my job and there on my desk (which was a student desk as if I was in school) was my test with resulting "x's" marked through almost everything and a big "F" at the top of the page. The problems marked wrong did not make sense as I looked over them --- my answers were actually correct. Yet I was a Failure. Then I awoke... and fell in and out of sleep the rest of the night/wee hours of the morning. ------------------------- This morning I contemplated the significance of this dream. I am living like an embarrassed failure. Sad. Then I remembered Jeremiah 11:29 --- "For I know the plans I have for you," declares the Lord, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future." He loves me and in His eyes, I am not a failure. So, I will meditate upon what He says about me in His Word and surely I will begin to see myself in a better light. |