Thursday, March 1

Andy

I consistently have a dream about the same guy. I've been having this dream for so long, I can't remember when it started. It always seems to take place at my maternal grandparents house (somewhat) and he is right next door. Always so close. And I'm watching him constantly. From the window. From the yard. It seems his house is made of glass as I can always see him. Day or night. We know each other and I long for him as I watch. It's surprising when he wants to be with me too. He tucks away notes for me when I'm away and when I come back, I find them all piled up like he was counting the days until my return. When we are together happiness abounds. And then somehow . . . . I've returned again. Where I've been or how long I've been gone, I'm not sure. Each time I wonder how it could be that I forgot about him while I was away. And every time, as I check the hiding place for notes, I hold my breath . . . . Will there be any? When I see him, I wonder . . . . Is he still mine? And there are. And he is. Every time. And our time together is amazing.
The image in my dream is a guy I once knew, but I don't think it's really Andy. I'm pretty sure it's Jesus.

1 comment:

Mike said...

Wow! That's good, really good.