I no longer dream of mansions. While awake, I never did, so perhaps my subconscious has caught up with my waking mind. The dream theme, however, continues.
My kids each wrote a "I Have a Dream" paper last week, in honor of Dr Martin Luther King. I thought they each had an interesting dream for making the world a better place:
- Luke, the 2nd grader wrote: "I have a dream that everyone would have $150 dollars. And that everyone would have a kitten. Then everybody would be happy." How could they not? You might have to modify this plan if you're allergic to cats. Also, I'm not sure if there are specific guidelines for obtaining the $150, but it's something to consider if you're unhappy.
- Morgan, who is in 3rd grade wrote: "I have a dream that people would not have sin in their lives, making them mess up all the time." I was surprised that Morgan was concerned about sin and it's impact. I thought every unhappiness in the lives of my children was my fault, but perhaps not. It is a refreshing twist.
Last evening, we received sobering news. My husband's cousin had died yesterday morning. She was the passenger in a car accident and didn't survive. She was in her early forties.
We didn't have regular contact with Anna. I only met her one time, and although I remember her, I doubt that she remembered me. She was high, or drunk, or somehow altered. It was probably stressful to be at a family gathering and so maybe she self-medicated to help deal with it. Her profession was adult entertainment (porn) and she struck me as quite lost.
Now she's gone. I didn't know Anna well, but today I grieve lost lives that are not spent well, and don't get found. I'm adopting a variation of Morgan's dream, that people would not have sin in their lives making them feel like they mess up all the time.
Perhaps Anna turned things around before facing eternity. I SO hope so. After reflecting on Morgan's dream, I think the ugliest thing about sin is not that it makes us mess up all the time, but that is keeps us from reaching up - grasping for the ONLY ONE can free us.
Sad when people die and they haven't claimed Jesus as their mate eh? 'Twill be sad for family I guess.
Cheers
Jennifer: she was so beautiful and broken - Anna, that is, not Morgan (Morgan seems to have it all figured out! Ah, the wisdom of 9 years...)
Doug - I think you're probably right. I just wish she had found it. My father-in-law told me last night he planned to try to talk to her about it next time he saw her sober. It just didn't happen. I wonder if sober is necessary. I thought so, but now I'm wondering, with so little to loose and so much to gain...
Now off to visit Keasty.
Oh, and I am constantly amazed at the insight of little children. Do you think we had it once, too? I wonder where it went.
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