I’m a few days behind. I struggled with the word dream on Tuesday. Nothing was coming to me. Nothing was inspiring me. Later that day, my husband and I received terrible news that one of our closest friends had died suddenly.
That night, as I drifted in and out of fitful sleep, a verse from Job just kept running through my mind:
…the LORD gave, and the LORD has taken away; blessed be the name of the LORD… (JOB 1:21)
I dreamed that when I woke up in the morning and went downstairs, everything was gone. All of our furniture and pictures on the walls….all of it. It was just a blank slate of a house.
I don’t know what any of it really means. I just know that our friend is gone and it feels empty. Just like the house in my dream.