Finally!

I finally got logged on so I can post. After switching to the new blogger I have really had trouble getting logged on. Wierd. I found out that if I click on the Blogger title at the top of the page it will open up for me. I hope that continues to work. Very strange.

Anyway, I've had a million things running through my mind to write about while I was unable to get signed on. Now I find myself wondering what to get into. Things have been really interesting around here the past few weeks. From a natural standpoint things "look" "normal" around here. But from a supernatural standpoint there is a battle raging. Let me just say I wish someone could explain to me why God made men and women so very different and why He deemed it necessary for me to live my life surrounded my males. I could go on and on but enough about that.

Let me tell you about my dream. My friend who lost her son in December came to visit a couple of weeks ago. She had told me about a book she'd read that meant so much to her and brought it along to show me. It's called "Lament for a Son" by Nicholas Wolterstorff. She told me how this man had put into words the feelings she had been experiencing and the thoughts she'd been thinking. I skimmed through it and could tell it was a most amazing book. When we finally went to bed at around midnight I picked up the book and began to read it. I read the entire thing. I couldn't put it down. I kept thinking that this is what my friend is feeling. This is what she's going through. I was drawn to it, yet I was detached from it. I had no point of reference to connect except through my friend. I laid the book down, turned off the light and fell asleep. At some point during the night I dreamed that my son had died. It was so real. I was experiencing the shock and the grief. I was going through all the arrangements. I even attended his funeral and was greeting all our friends afterwards. I woke up thinking, "Oh God, no!! How can I go on living without him??" Slowly I became aware that I had been dreaming and my reality set in. He was alive. I was overwhelmed with gratitude and began to fervently express my thanks to God for his life. Then I remembered my friend. I felt like I now had a tiny, minute sense of how she is going through life. In no way would I go so far as to say I know how she feels, but I think God gave me that dream so I would know how to pray for her. I am still overwhelmed with pain for her loss.

I got up at 7:30 the next morning and made the coffee. I was sitting at the breakfast table when my friend came out of the guest room. I told her I needed to talk to her. I told her about my dream. We held each other and sobbed. It was an amazing moment for both of us. I hope she knows how much I love her, how much I think of her, how much I care and how much I miss Tyler, too.

More later.