I had taken my husband to have his car repaired.  Then I had gone to a different dealership to have my car serviced.  As the oil was being changed in my car, I lost my bearings and somehow ended up in a hospital.  Within a few hours, I was released but all my memory had somehow been erased. 

I wandered around calling for my husband.  I wasn’t concerned about myself but about him because he has vascular dementia.  I knew that he would not be able to find me or remember where I had gone.  I knew that he wouldn’t able to get home.  It didn’t seem to matter that I didn’t know where my car was or how I would get home.  My deep concern was his well-being.

As the dream accelerated into mass confusion, I woke myself up, relieved that it was only a dream.

Facing life-changing decisions, I see myself working with great effort a maze of emotions and concerns.  A good friend of mine has just lost her daughter.  She and her daughter were inseparable friends.  Now the young woman who was mentally challenged is gone. 

Another good friend is grieving the loss of her strong active husband as he slowly becomes an invalid barely capable of functioning in the work place.  We literally hold each other up as we walk and talk together in the cool of the evening.  She tells me her dreams and I try to help her find the true godly meaning of them.  In turn, I pour out my dreams and she seeks the wisdom God wants me to know through them. 

Life isn’t a dream.  Life is reality.  However, I am personally grateful for the tool of the dream that God has given to us that enables us to work through the griefs and sorrows of reality. 

What tool do you use to work through the hard times of your life?