For God speaks again and again,
though people do not recognize it.
He speaks in dreams, in visions of the night,
when deep sleep falls on people
as they lie in their beds.
He whispers in their ears
and terrifies them with warnings.
He makes them turn from doing wrong;
he keeps them from pride.
- Job 33:14-17 (NLT)
I just awoke from a dream in which I was having a conversation with my dad when he was 21. We didn't talk about anything particularly weighty; matter of fact, I don't even know what we were talking about. I just had the chance to have a conversation with him before I'd introduced him to things like kids and gray hair.
It dawned on me while I listened that I was almost twice the age of this guy I was talking to, and that I actually was probably wiser than my dad as he was at this point. And then I realized that he would gain some of his wisdom over the upcoming years at the merciless hands of his son.
I saw that he didn't have any wrinkles, and that he still had the spark and the blissful naïveté of youth. Though I've certainly realized it before, I think that it was at that moment -- in my dream -- that I had the big epiphany that most adults probably eventually have: I made my parents' lives into something akin to hell (I somehow saw this in reverse as a teenager). I wanted to give my dad and mom their youth back and say, "Here, you can enjoy it this time around. I'll stay out of the way." But of course, I can't do that.
I wonder if I'm still doing that to anyone -- making their life far more difficult than it ought to be because I'm being self-centered or living my life without the heart of a servant.
"Dear children, let’s not merely say that we love each other; let us show the truth by our actions." (1 John 3:18, NLT)
I'm sorry, Dad and Mom. And to the rest of you, I'll do better.
7:34 AM

