Boxes...

Sometimes, I have very vivid dreams. Often, it is because of a show I watched on television or some book I read. One night a couple of weeks ago, I had one of those vivid dreams. I awoke from the dream and felt very unsettled. It felt like that particular dream meant something. It felt like a warning. 

The next day, I shared my dream with Claude and asked him what he thought. Here is the dream.

I dreamed Claude  and I were driving in a car. Claude was the driver, I was in the passenger seat. That is very normal. It was dark and we were going up a hill. It was not a tall hill, just a little hill. However, it was tall enough you could see light coming over the top but you couldn't see what was on the other side. As Claude drove, I realized there was a very large cardboard box in the middle of the road. Claude couldn't see over the hill but the box was in the middle of the road and appeared too large to drive over. Claude carefully pulled into the oncoming lane to try and get around the box. That is when I realized there were many boxes of different sizes all across the road. Quickly, we realized the only way to get over that hill was to plow through those boxes. Claude proceeded to do that. I woke up before we topped the hill. 

I pondered what in the world this dream meant. It really seemed to be a warning of some kind. I felt like those boxes were problems and we would just need to plow through whatever was coming into our lives. Claude could see that as a meaning to this dream.

Interestingly, things started to cross our life path. Hard things.  

• My BFF, Laura, called to tell me she had a rapidly growing breast cancer. She would need surgery and needed to find the right surgeon at the right hospital. 
• We got a text message from Bill, a brother-in-law in Utah, letting all of Claude and his siblings know that John had a stroke and was in the hospital. John was married to Joann, Claude's sister, who passed away from cancer a couple of years ago. 
• Friends in Sadieville had a house fire and they lost everything. There are ten in this family. 
• A nephew is having severe mental issues. 
• And, the list goes on. Boxes...many boxes.

I felt I wanted to record this turn of events. I do believe we can receive promptings about many things. We have to be still and listen sometimes. But I know from past experience, this is possible. Claude and I really live a very good life. We are richly blessed with the necessities of life and a little extra to enjoy and share. These things have happened to others and we can be a support for them. I am grateful for promptings. Not sure what other boxes will come into our path. But I am sure there will be others.