I dreamed a dream last week - June 12. I wrote it down June 13. On Saturday June 15, I woke up refreshed. Today we were going to celebrate Fathers Day for the men in the church. The morning was filled with unexpected business. My nephew was dropped off suddenly at 1 a.m. that Saturday morning. At around 2 a.m. in the morning, my brother-in-law-to-be was rushed to the emergency room. My fiancée and my sister-in-law-to-be rushed to the hospital. I stayed at home until around 5 when I left for the hospital. Our sleep was disrupted.
As we all went through the motions, exhausted and worried, to get to 11 o'clock to go to the hall and set up for the Fathers Day brunch, we thought constantly about my brother-in-law-to-be. How was he, will he make it, what can we do? The answers to each of these questions is the same, he is in Gods hands. That is what I said to those who asked. I know that God's hands is the best place to be.
As we finished preparation we began to serve the men who had come to have their brunch. The group was small and friendly. She and I began chatting casually. That day we sat together. We laughed and began telling stories about our lives. She began to tell me about her life's experiences and I shared mine. We were both transparent. We never really know what others go through. Outward appearances mean nothing. The best way to get to know someone is to listen. She listened to me and I inhaled her story.
This past Sunday as I sat in church I realized that my dream had indeed come true. Ain't God good!!