Friends, welcome to Tuesday. I’m really glad to be here, and I hope you are as well. Kristin Shaffer, this one is for you 🙂
As I sit in Oxford’s Starbucks, I’m thinking about the way dreams can impact your day so profoundly. I was plagued with dreams I wouldn’t wish on anyone last night. And this day has been so incredibly frustrating to get through. I pride myself on my dreaming mind, that romantic, breezy, sunset, awake kind of dreaming. My real dreaming, sleep dreams, those are another story entirely. This got me curious: what are dreams? Why the heck is my sleep brain so messed up? Here’s what I found:
Most every dream we have is about ourselves. Even if the people in our dreams don’t look like us, they more than likely represent some part of our conscious or subconscious self (School of Metaphysics, 2002). Essentially, our dreams are made up of little pieces of our awake thoughts, patched together in this pseudo-reality quilt, which more often than not, only sort of makes sense when put into the context of real life. Countless Dream studies have shown that dreams are much more than your inner crazy having a field day while your eyes are closed. Instead, your dreams could indeed be improving or quality of sleep, embedding memories, and even preparing you for danger (Williams, 2007). However, the overall consensus is that the reason for dreaming is unknown. Not even the experts know why the things my brain latches onto manifest themselves in my sleep life.
Here’s the thing, people. It’s so hard to separate myself from the wickedness that is my innermost, unbridled, out of control mind. What a testament to the far reaching sin soak each of us have endured. Think of it, that even our sleep thoughts are wretched! Not even my most helpless, motionless state is worthy of the Blood of the Lamb.
I was feeling pretty sad about all of this, and then I read in Psalm 127:2 that God gives His beloved their sleep. That even sleep, rest, slumber is a gift from our Father. And what was created for the good of His children can and will be redeemed. So here I sit, encouraged and sleepy, and this is my prayer tonight, for myself and for you, Saints:
Precious Giver, Redeemer Lord,
Thank you for rest. I believe that it is good and that I am not. The widespread effects of my sin and the sin of the corrupt world in which I remain have reared their monster heads in my vulnerable sleep. Here, I plead before your perfect throne, for protection against these beasts. That instead of evil, you would fill and embed your goodness in my sleep brain. Allow me to dream the One worth dreaming, Your goodness and Your gospel. Allow it to fill my sleep, unattached to any of my faulty awake thoughts, Jesus. Spirit, surround my mind with the redemption bought with the death of Jesus, and may I truly dwell there, waking or sleeping. You truly are my best thought, by day or by night. Your presence is my light. May You shine in the darkness that is my sin and my sleep. You are a God of redemption, even in dreams. We trust you. I trust you. In His precious Name, Amen.
By grace, my friends, I wish you sweet, Spirit-filled dreams.