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.