Oh man oh man oh man! OK! So I had a dream. First off it was like this.
I was sitting in the parking lot outside of work, trying to convince my sister and others to work. I did eventually get my sister to come and work... but yeah. Hmm. Fast forward a bit. I'm a really hard worker. Kind of intense too. I'll work when I'm in excruciating pain. {kind of worried a bit about tonight though, my leg is pretty swollen :s} I remember going into work when everyone else was leaving. There was still a lot to do, and what I thought was only 3 people. As I worked there, a few people came off "coffee break", people who usually don't work. Heh. Fast forward a bit more. I'm sitting outside of work on the grass, with my dad{who by the way, left us a year and a bit ago} and we we're talking about how many people were at work. I was smoking a lot,{which by the way I do not do because I think it's gross} and so was he. We were sitting in this field and the building was quite a ways away. I said, "I've never had to park this far away before!" He said, "Well look at how much more room is left!" I looked and there was fields and fields of empty space. I said, "Oh yes, More. More. More."
Then we got up and walked towards the building. There were 2 doors. All I can remember is one was marked student and that's the one not many people could go in. We got to go in that door. Essentially that's where the dream ended.
Ok. I, for some reason, knew what this dream was all about. My workplace, my faith, my walk. Trying to convince people to come in to work. Hard. Eventually convinced one person but by bribing them. Few workers. I was only working a little bit, but when everyone else was too tired. My relationship with God was suffering from me doing all the work. Really, we can do nothing. People come to Christ by Holy Spirit. We do not save them. We plant, we water, we harvest. We do not grow them. Ok. Revival outbreaks. I can't really understand the smoking part, but my relationship with my dad restored and way better than before. Walking in where few enter. Hmm. The workers. Kind of like a "Staff Only" door. Some people work really hard and get no recognition other than a door they can enter. Everyone else came for the recieving. The recieving for the works meant all the more because they know how much work went into it.
I do not know guys. All I know is that, it was from God.
I was sitting in the parking lot outside of work, trying to convince my sister and others to work. I did eventually get my sister to come and work... but yeah. Hmm. Fast forward a bit. I'm a really hard worker. Kind of intense too. I'll work when I'm in excruciating pain. {kind of worried a bit about tonight though, my leg is pretty swollen :s} I remember going into work when everyone else was leaving. There was still a lot to do, and what I thought was only 3 people. As I worked there, a few people came off "coffee break", people who usually don't work. Heh. Fast forward a bit more. I'm sitting outside of work on the grass, with my dad{who by the way, left us a year and a bit ago} and we we're talking about how many people were at work. I was smoking a lot,{which by the way I do not do because I think it's gross} and so was he. We were sitting in this field and the building was quite a ways away. I said, "I've never had to park this far away before!" He said, "Well look at how much more room is left!" I looked and there was fields and fields of empty space. I said, "Oh yes, More. More. More."
Then we got up and walked towards the building. There were 2 doors. All I can remember is one was marked student and that's the one not many people could go in. We got to go in that door. Essentially that's where the dream ended.
Ok. I, for some reason, knew what this dream was all about. My workplace, my faith, my walk. Trying to convince people to come in to work. Hard. Eventually convinced one person but by bribing them. Few workers. I was only working a little bit, but when everyone else was too tired. My relationship with God was suffering from me doing all the work. Really, we can do nothing. People come to Christ by Holy Spirit. We do not save them. We plant, we water, we harvest. We do not grow them. Ok. Revival outbreaks. I can't really understand the smoking part, but my relationship with my dad restored and way better than before. Walking in where few enter. Hmm. The workers. Kind of like a "Staff Only" door. Some people work really hard and get no recognition other than a door they can enter. Everyone else came for the recieving. The recieving for the works meant all the more because they know how much work went into it.
I do not know guys. All I know is that, it was from God.
posted by Jocelyn @ 10:39 AM
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