This day started early. Migraine arrived full throttle in the darkness of the early morning. I walked down the hallway to the kitchen to swallow over the counter pills. I reached into the freezer to grab something cold to put on my head. I fell back to sleep.
I awoke in a dream. I was in the bedroom of a house. It was all white but not stark white, maybe a drop of pink. I wasn't sure where I was but I felt safe. After a few moments I heard a familiar voice. It was the voice of a woman who talks and prays over me at church.
I have tears running down my cheeks. I was thinking about how God provided a safe place during the pain for my spirit to rest. That's how I understand it. It's about trusting Him in the midst of pain, when pain hurts the worst.
I woke up again, for real this time. I was getting ready for church and then this song played on Pandora:
During worship at church, I don't know if I was prompted or just tired from the migraines but I stayed seated instead of standing. I interlocked my fingers, lowered my head and listened. I don't know which song it was but a vision came into my head. I wish I had a snapshot of it.
There's light shining down. It's a light yellow hue. I see my hands holding an open book with blank pages. There's a loose red circle around the whole of what I could see. I lift the book up to God as an offering. Then a bright light illuminates the blank pages. Rolling from the top of the left page down, like the unrolling of a scroll, words appear. I remember the first sentence starting with, "You are the..." Tears. Lots of them.
Here I was, my head hurting and my spirit feeling safe and God reaches down to touch me - again. He keeps touching me. It's like He's trying to tell me that His touch is safe. Through His church, He is able to touch me. No pain, no bruises, no intimidation and no yelling.
Just touch.
He is safe.
And so are they...
So am I.