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I had a wonderful dream
last night. It was one of those powerful dreams
that come when you are half-way between waking and
sleeping. It was also one of those special dreams
that stick in your mind and stay in your heart.
In the dream I was just
a boy again walking through the woods near my
Grandma’s home where we all lived together. I came
out near one of our big gardens and saw my dad
with two, large water buckets watering the plants.
I asked him if I could help and he smiled and
handed me one of the buckets. It was full of water
but light as a feather. The water inside was so
crystal clear that it glowed in the sunshine. I
immediately started watering the field of wilted
plants. The work that I had always hated seemed a
joy to me this time. The bucket stayed full too no
matter how much I poured. I laughed and smiled as
I watered each plant. Some plants sprung back to
life with the first drop and seemed to grow a foot
almost instantly. Others needed a lot of water and
barely grew an inch. Still other plants seemed to
shake off the water and stay wilted no matter how
much I poured. After a long time watering I looked
up and was saddened by what I saw. The garden had
grown so big. It seemed to stretch on forever in
every direction. I looked over at my dad in
despair and told him that there was no way I could
ever water all of it. My Dad just smiled back and
said not to worry because there were plenty of
Children to help. When I looked back I saw that He
was right. Over the endless garden there were
thousands of boys and girls with buckets each
pouring the life giving water on the thirsty
plants.
I woke up after that,
but I didn’t need Sigmund Freud to tell me what
this dream meant. God was just reminding me to
keep pouring out His love and light to this
thirsty world. It is a lifetime’s work, but there
are plenty of us with light heats and full buckets
ready to do it.
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