Tuesday, July 1, 2008

These Dreams Go On When I Close My Eyes ...

Check out the hair! Did we all have hair that big? And I guess if you made a music video in the 80s, a large fan was required to blow that big hair. Yes, and I know that this is the second Heart song I've posted. I'm on a Heart kick right now because I'm going with a couple of girlfriends to see them in concert next month.


Remember that song? Remember how I told you that I don't often remember my dreams unless they're pretty intense? Remember how I told you that most of my dreams involve me fighting a demon, ghost, or wild animal? 

Well, every once in a while, you dream those dreams that scare you to death. Not the ones where your spouse dies or cheats on you. Not the falling off a cliff one. Not the going to school naked one ... but the one I had last night.

K Belle will be 11 years old this month. I guess I'm having a few issues with her growing up so quickly. She's a pre-teen. Just yesterday she was bald and screaming, "HEY, ELMO! HEY, ELMO!" when we went to see Sesame Street Live. She was bringing me book after book after book to read to her. She would say "lemolade" and "Can I have some turning up, please?" when she wanted the radio louder, and "I not like raisins." She would dance around the house in her pink tutu and sing non-stop. 

OK ... I'm starting to digress and become a little sad. 

Back to the dream ... I dreamed she was pregnant. This dream scared me to death. First of all, at this point, it's not possible. I may have even been crying out loud. I don't remember all the specifics of the conversation we were having, but I do remember telling myself, "Don't forget to pray for her when you wake up." WEIRD how you can really talk to yourself in your dream.

I went straight to God and prayed for that girl the minute my eyes popped open.

You know I always try to examine why I would have some of the dreams I do have. Well, last night, right before bed, we had a minor altercation. Basically, K Belle lied to me. We've been struggling with this issue for a while. It was over something very minor ... whether or not she washed her hair WITH SHAMPOO. Why she would lie about something so minor is beyond me. But, nonetheless, she did. I made her take another shower and wash her hair again and then go straight to bed. When we spoke about it before she went to sleep, she said that sometimes she just doesn't think before she speaks. I went through the whole trust issue that we've been trying to explain to her for the past few years. You know ... the "if you're going to lie about such a small thing, then how can we trust you to tell the truth when it's something big." We've lectured about this 'til we're blue in the face.

Anyway, I think that's what caused the dream ... the whole lack of trust thing and the "Will she trust me when it counts?" I pray she does. Lord, let her see my heart for her.

ON A SIDE-NOTE: No party pics from last night. I don't know what I was thinking in promising that. Do you know what I look like before bed? Wet hair, no make-up, old, cruddy sleep t-shirt. But, I will tell you that at 12:03 a.m., Beau and I did have chocolate chip cookies and Fig Newtons. They were good, but I did feel a little sick afterwards. 

The best thing about the first day after the fast was my skinny vanilla latte. Mmmm, Mmmm, GOOD!

1 Comment:

blessedwith5 said...

I don't understand children and their need to lie! I struggle with this daily with my four boys!

The dream thing is an issue with me too! I really can't figure out the why of the dreams! They can be enough to shake your world though!

Here's to praying the lying ends at both of our homes soon!