Living a dream
May 20th, 2008I’m living a dream.
I mean that literally. Like many people, I’ve thrown that phrase around loosely at times. This time I’m not using it as a rhetorical device. It’s not a euphemism, a metaphor, a figure of speech or hyperbole.
I mean it in the sense that the last couple of mornings I’ve awakened with a feeling of trepidation because I’ve actually had this particular dream quite a few times in the past few years only to wake up and face the crushing realization that it was only that – a dream. It always seemed so real. Whenever that happened the day that followed was always rough.
So these last couple mornings, I have laid partially awake for a few minutes until I made sure I was fully awake. Each morning I’ve thought to myself, “Not again! I can’t take this again!”
Then I realize she really is standing there. She really did just walk into the bathroom. This isn’t a dream. It’s the rest of my life. It’s really Her. Here. Really.
It’s my family all under one roof. It really was my whole family at the church picnic Sunday. Together.
It’s really me saying, “Time for bed. Give Mommy goodnight loving.” And then hearing Her say, “Give your Daddy goodnight loving and get in the bed, girls.”
It’s really Her sitting next to me on the couch after the kids are in bed, the two of us laughing at a stupid comedy on DVD like we’re foolish teenagers on a second date.
It’s really Her asking, “What do you want for supper?” and me saying, “Ehhh. You don’t need to cook. Let’s just go out for dinner.” It’s really my whole family having so much fun laughing with each other at Chili’s that I think we’re probably annoying those around us. And not caring.
It’s a miracle and I’m living it. The biggest challenge I face in it is trying not to get caught staring slack-jawed at her all the time. Not only is it wonderfully surreal to have her home, she’s even more beautiful than she was when I met her ten years ago.
My God answers prayer and He does it exceedingly, abundantly above all you can ask or think. He doesn’t just patch up and repair things, either. He restores. That makes all the difference in the world.
Mark, there’s nothing to be said but “Praise God!”
I’m overjoyed for you, mate. Hearing that has made my day.
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Blessings to you and yours. I am so glad you are walking in this gift and blessing.
Continued prayers for His peace during His process.
Congratulations, I know how much this means to you. Cherish every moment.
You’ve waited years for this, sustained only by your faith. That is quite a testament to those who’ve followed your story.
God is great and He does want to restore us.
Durn tootin’.
You make me remember to be a little more thankful for my own miracle. You also reminded me of another quote:
A positive attitude will not cure all your problems, but it will annoy enough people to make it worth the effort.
Keep the faith.
Mark,
Ever since we first met at Vox’s I’ve known you to be hart broken over your marriage situation. For a long time, I’ve read your comments and seen the hurt that you’ve gone through. There have been numbers of people that have told you to get over it. You refused, instead you keep your faith. May God reward your faithfulness, and restore the wasted empty years with a rich and blessed life, full of His grace, love and mercy.