Sweet Dreams

Last week, I had a dream. While this is nothing unusual, since everyone dreams, this dream was different. Generally, when I wake up in the morning, a dream will stay with me for a few minutes, maybe several hours. Then, life starts happening, and I forget what I dreamt. I often think of the backstory behind Samuel Taylor Coleridge’s famous poem, “Kubla Khan.”┬áIt says that the poem came to him in a dream, and when he woke, he immediately started writing. As he was writing, however, he was distracted by something, and his dream slipped away from him. Thus, he left the poem forever unfinished.

This dream, however, didn’t slip away from me completely. I don’t remember the particulars of the dream, but I do remember a clear, distinct voice repeating, “Psalm 12 and Psalm 13” over and over. It was not a voice I recognized. I have no idea where it was coming from, but it resonated with me. I can’t tell you the last time I looked at either of these psalms. It hasn’t been in the last year, I know that. Why these psalms? What was the owner of this voice trying to tell me?

I went about my day thinking that the dream would fade like every other dream, but it didn’t. I kept hearing that voice saying, “Psalm 12 and Psalm 13.” Finally, I grabbed my iPad, opened YouVersion, and looked them up.

You can read Psalm 12 here.
You can read Psalm 13 here.

Wow! Just reading verses 1 and 2 of Psalm 12 made me think of everything we’re dealing with today. Issues like the presidential election, social media, and cyber bullying immediately jumped to mind. Psalm 13:1-4 reads to me like a plea from the depths of loneliness and despair. David was so morose that he cried out to the Lord! Help me!

Then, as I continued reading in both psalms, it ends with such a message of hope. Both psalms promise that God will be there for us. Psalm 12:5-8 and Psalm 13:5-6 are filled with such hope and trust. David knows that no matter how bad things seem right now, all we have to do is trust in God that he will be there with us.

I have struggled with anxiety for a long time. Over the years, I’ve seen and experienced events that have made a lasting impression on my soul. Lately, the toll they’ve taken on me has gotten worse. These two psalms give me hope. It feels like God heard my silent cries and reminded me that He is still and always with us.

Someone recently told me that God no longer speaks to us. I took some time and wrestled with that and came to the conclusion that I cannot accept that. Now more than ever we need God to speak to us. Not only that, we need to hear Him and listen to what He is trying to tell us. I’m not going to say I heard the voice of God or that He spoke to me directly. I do believe that He sent me a message when I really needed one. I do believe He touched my heart. Finally, I take comfort that He is still listening to us.

I don’t know whose voice I heard, specifically. All I know is that I heard it, I still hear it, and it gives me hope and comfort.