Last night, before I went to bed, I asked God for A Word.
And, miraculously, He gave me one.
Let me explain. I've been praying about so much lately -- my kids, my marriage, my work, my "play." (Not sure where this blog fits in, but anyway...)
I've been troubled, confused, anxious. I'm trying to make decisions about how to improve things around here. Should I send the boys to "real" school? Should I focus on my writing, or put in on the back burner?
So when I went to bed last night, in a bit of a saucy mood, I decided to turn it right over to God. Just give me A Word, I prayed. Tell me what to do. You've got that all-knowing thing down, Lord, so show me a little love.
And he did.
I dreamed of a word, all right. I actually dreamed of a billboard, clad in red, letters tall. All in caps. A Word.
This has never happened before, and I don't imagine it will again, so I suppose I should savor the moment.
It was a "what you talkin' 'bout Willis" moment, for sure.
Realize....realize what? What are you trying to tell me, Lord, in the guise of my quirky subconscious mind?
I'm not sure what I should realize, but I've been pondering it all day, and I suppose that's a start. I must admit I've felt more at peace than I've been in days, and for that I'm grateful.
Things to realize:
I'm blessed. With children, a husband, talents, choices. I'm blessed with busyness, chores, clutter, and internet access.
I'm anointed. Anointed with a calling to serve my husband and children. They are my priority. Anointed with a yearning to spread a message to a wider audience, as well.
I'm human. It will not be easy to find balance. In my humanness I am all at once tiny and insignificant and glorious and mighty. Who knew it would be so difficult?
In a desperate attempt to decipher "realize," I did the modern equivalent to calling my mom. I googled it, and happened upon the lyrics to Colbie Callat's song with that title.
There I found more of the illusive message.
"Take time to realize
Oh-oh I'm on your si-i-i-de
Didn't I, didn't I tell you.
Take time to realize
That this all can pass by
Didn't I didn't I tell you
But I can't spell it out for you,
No it's never gonna be that simple
But I can't spell it out for you."
Well, tonight when I go to bed I will not ask for "A Word." I'll ask for a sentence, a paragraph, a WORD 2003 compatible document. Heck, I'll ask for a term paper, single-spaced, in 10 pt. type entitled "Cathy, this is what you should do."
While I'm waiting for that, I'm entertaining all input from mystics and charlatans alike. Bring on the advice.