"My beloved spoke, and said to me: "Rise up, my love, my fair one, And come away." Song of Solomon 2:10

There is a currant of God flowing through many believers, leaving the same thoughts in their heart and mouth.  This currant is Gods love.  His love captivates us, not only as His children, but also as brothers and sisters, all sharing one common denominator.  I was blessed as one of my many sisters in Christ emailed me a dream she had.  The dream represents love for each other as a family of believers but more importantly, the deep rooted, entangled, life giving love that Jesus has for us.  Thank you, Joy, for sharing this beautiful dream.

DREAM of My Love – 3/23/08 – Resurrection Sunday

I don’t quite know how to put this down on paper, but here is my feeble attempt to capture something very real, and very strong:  LOVE

I was in another land, and I had met a man who was beautiful, kind, loving and strong.  He was young, yet wise, unbelievably caring and generous.  He and I began a friendship and relationship (not sexual) and grew stronger and stronger each day.  At one point, I thought I could never, ever be loved so completely and totally as the way he loved me…yet again, I stress…this was not sexual.  I was head over heals in love with him and terrified that he would stop loving me in this unique way.  I had just never known anything like it before.  It was as though it was a fragile breath that could be stolen in a heartbeat!  When he would hold me, it was as if there was nowhere else on earth that was safe – that I had never, ever really been safe and loved before - and his gentle strength and passion for me was breathtaking – like nothing in a relationship I had ever had.  Absolutely nothing compared to it - I just can’t put it into words.  It was as though we were locked together in the heart somehow.  

He took me to meet his father and mother, and we were in the midst of a family unlike I had ever seen or experienced..  There were many brothers and sisters, each one equally as loving, kind and genuine as any people I had ever met.  They accepted me with open arms, hugs and happiness.  They were happy for their brother.  The father and mother were equally as accepting, embracing me with love and kindness.  I remember looking at all of them and thinking how incredible this family was.  There was not a hint of anything but love; love for me, love for their brother, love for one another.As our relationship grew, the bond of love became so strong, I felt as though I would just die without it.  The physical hugs and holding that this man would give me were as if I melted into him - just so safe and secure and so incredibly complete.  I would hold him just in awe of this love between us…desperate that it would never, ever end.

At one point, one of his brothers became engaged, and the family embraced the girl he was going to marry the same way they had embraced me.  A little time later, one of the sisters became engaged to another man, and the family just rejoiced and celebrated for both of them.  The house became a flurry of wonder and excitement as preparations were under way for the wedding (s). 

The man I loved then asked me to be his wife.  It was a mutual understanding, really, as he never proposed or anything, but the love between us was so real and wonderful, and he announced to his father that he was also going to be married to me.  Again, the family cheered and rejoiced, dancing and celebrating. It was so wonderful to be accepted into this family of love.  I never heard one negative comment, or one cross word between any of them.