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A few nights ago, I had a dream. I was living in some kind of post-apocalyptic zombie wasteland. Most of humanity was already gone, or changed. I was still alive because I had stumbled across a small group of people living in rural America. They stayed alive with one rule – if someone is touched, they’re out of the group. They’re exiled.
In my dream, it seemed like I had been with the group for awhile. I was in long enough to know everyone. We were like a small, rag-tag family. Foraging, gathering, eaking out some kind of life.
One of the survivors was Samantha. We weren’t married in the dream – we didn’t even really know each other. Another person in the dream was a middle-aged man who was kind of like my father figure. Or a cool uncle. His name was Mr. Thomas.
Mr. Thomas was touched by one of the bad creatures, so he was exiled from the group. I secretly still took him food, played cards, and hung out with him. Eventually, the group found out.
“You’re out,” they told me one night. They had weapons drawn – they weregoing to kill me if I didn’t leave. I broke the rules, I could mean death to them.
In my dream, I remember looking out into the darkness and the woods. Into death. I remember feeling empty. My life was over. It could be that night, it could be in a week. But I was done.
Then I heard a little, quiet voice.
“Let’s go,” Samantha said. She walked out of the group, took my hand, and walked into the darkness with me. Without hesitating, she sacrificed herself so I wouldn’t have to go alone. That’s Sam.
I woke up in the middle of the night and thanked God for the amazing woman that God placed in my life.
I believe in God, but I’ve always struggled with my faith. In one year, Samantha has taught me more about loyalty and faith and love than I ever understood. She’s shown me glimpses of the kind of love that God has for me. Glimpses of Heaven, of the kingdom come.
If that dream seems like a bummer, don’t worry. Last night the dream continued. We were picked up by rescuers. Happily ever after.
I don’t know who is reading this, but I promise you that you are loved by a God who would do anything for you. You’ll get your happily ever after.
Then I saw a new heaven and a new earth, for the first heaven and the first earth had passed away, and the sea was no more. And I saw the holy city, new Jerusalem, coming down our of heaven from God, prepared as a bride adorned for her husband. And I hard a loud voice from the throne saying, “Behold, the dwelling place of God is with man. He will dwell with them, and they will be his people, and God himself will be with them as their God. he will wipe away every tear from their eyes, and death shall be no more, neither shall there be mourning, nor crying, nor pain anymore.
Happy Valentine’s Day.
If you didn’t know what “doodle” meant, what would you think it meant?
I would guess drooling or pooping.
Sam sometimes uses “funky doodle” as a swear word.
Funky doodle sounds like a dance craze, a la stanky leg or soulja boy.
Anyway, slow day.
My college roomate used to say that all porblems in the world stem from two problems. First, people can’t control the privates. Second, people are greedy.
Transparent. Efficient. Enhance. Ensure. Utilization. Sustainability. Incentivize. Collaboration. How do I transfer a call? Happy hour.