God sightings are by their nature personal, some more than others. Please read on to share with me my struggle to articulate this very personal, very unusual God sighting.
For over 30 years I worked as a therapist with children and families. While I worked with many people who progressed past their issues, there were others who were memorable for their exiting the process before achieving much success. And, to be honest, I did make my share of mistakes or have my skill level not be adequate for the issues being presented. Despite being trained in keeping myself emotionally detached from my clients and not taking responsibility for their continuing problems, often that was difficult to do; something easier said than done.
Since I retired about 10 years ago, I have had occasional vivid dreams that can be interpreted as being related to my work. Most were pleasant and humorous and some others were scary. This morning was one of the latter. It felt like a scene from Revelation. It began by my being confronted by a man, who I had in therapy on and off for several years when he was a child. Having an IQ of about 50, meant he would not become a brain surgeon, and my goals were limited, such as working hard at a task or looking for the good side of a difficult situation. In my vivid dream, as an adult he confronted me, blaming me for not helping him enough with his horrible life of abuse, legal problems and failure. I looked around me and saw I was in a barn, with the floor covered in manure. As I looked around the pieces became larger, from rabbit size to horse size to what ever could have made a larger size and piled higher? There was a pen of sheep, banging heads into one another. I could hear the banging and pained bleating, over and over again. I was helpless and alone. I felt like I was smothering under a growing pile of you know what.
Finally I woke up, sweating and panting, as if I had been running. I laid back down and asked God for help. Another dream appeared, as I must have drifted off to sleep again. I was standing at a large table, covered with piles of my stinking sins. On the other side of the table was a radiant light emanating from a point in front and above the table. I said, “Forgive me. I have sinned.” All I heard was a whispered, “which?” I pointed to a small pile. Puff! It disappeared. I pointed to a larger pile of stinking sin. Puff! It was gone. Then another and another, until they were all gone. The table was shiny white clean, like a new table!
What a relief it was to give it all to God! I doubt I will have that bad dream again. And, if I do, I know a good therapist to ask for help. Thank you, God!
Submitted by Paul Stratton