Happy New Year

At the time of this writing (several months ago now), I experienced a session of ADHD dreaming. The dream flitted from here to there. By the time I woke up from sleep, I was exhausted.

The dream went something like this. I entered my paternal grandmother’s home. I thought to myself that this home was a lot roomier than I remembered. She had rooms that went unused. I turned the corner and she had a dining room with three or four tables. Why didn’t we ever eat at them? Behind the dining room was a room with six or eight battery backup/surge protectors. Why did she need them?

I went out the door and I was in an outlet mall. I never knew one was so close! After touring around the outlet stores I decided to go back to her home, but I couldn’t find the door to get back in her home because I didn’t remember exactly where I came out of the home. I have this problem in malls today.

I saw a security officer and asked for help. He went to get his assistant and they both went to get their walkie-talkies to assist me in finding the door to my grandmother’s home. They went through a pile of walkie-talkies until they finally found two that worked. We were on our way to find the way back to my grandmother’s home.

We approached a place in the outlet that I recognized as where I came into the outlet store. I ran ahead only to realize it was not the right place. I ran off and left the security officers who were no longer anywhere to be seen. I was on my own again.

As I turned one corner, I realized I was walking through the squares of Savannah. I saw a sign which stated the square I was passing through was Tatnall Square. I did my research. This is not one of the squares in Savannah. As I continued around past the square, I saw the Savannah River on the left and huge smoke stacks reminiscent of old factories from years gone by stretching in the sky. To my right were row houses.

The folks seemed nice as I walked through their neighborhood. I continued down one hill and up another arriving at an amphitheater, not a stadium. Sitting in the amphitheater I saw a priest. I knew he was a priest because he had a black shirt on and a white collar with Father (the name I couldn’t read) embroidered on it. I thought this was it.

Father “Whoever” would be able to help me. He gave me two quarters and told me to go and call someone. I thought – Really? Who? When I turned around he was running in the opposite direction. I thought Father was supposed to help me!

Here I stand, all alone. I don’t know how to get back to my grandmother’s home and no one will help me. Does anyone know who I am and where I am? Is there anyone who can help me? I feel a lot like Charlie Brown.

My dear friends, as we begin a new year, I want you to know that there is someone who always knows who you are and where you are. He knows the number of hairs on your head, or the lack thereof. He knows when a bird falls. He knows your thoughts before you speak them. He knows when you are happy or sad. He knows your needs. This person is God.

May 2015 bring you a strong relationship with God. May you frequently turn to Him. May you allow Him to lead you through the year. This is my prayer for each and every one of us. Happy New Year.