Still running for the cheese (or why this blog still exists)

As my regular readers can tell, this has been a dry year for me. Just look at the number of posts this year vs. 2008! Awhile back, I had considered either shutting down the Maze, or starting a new blog that would more accurately reflect where I am in life now. Truth be told, sometimes I come here, look around, and feel distinctly hypocrytical about the things I want to write. I'm sure I'm not the only one to ever be in that kind of place.
As the time in between posts has grown longer, I came to realize something. Without the past years' material, where I am now makes very little sense. What good is the destination without the journey? As Christians, so much of the best stuff that happens to us is in the times God is molding us to His image. To throw away the evidence of that process would somehow cheapen the result, I think.
So, here we are, dear friends. I think my little mousie may just have rounded a corner finally. Some things will change around here to reflect the changes in my heart. And you know what? That's ok. As much as I typically rage against anything changed in my life, I'm learning to accept the God-given ones. My prayer is that some of you may be encouraged by what you read here. Hey, you may even be challenged. And of course, if you know me, then you know you always stand a good chance of being offended too. Not intentionally, to be sure! Just know that what you find as you wander this Maze with me may surprise you as much as it does me.

All that to say this:

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Saturday, April 12, 2008

Dreams may come

I have always been an overly vivid dreamer. Nightmares will cause me to cry out in my sleep (I think Mr. P. has adjusted to that over the years), and ermmm *tactile sensations* seem very real. I dream in Technicolor. Beat that, Joseph.
I've always kinda wondered if there was a reason to these dreams. There have been some that have recurred since early childhood. I have only now begun to understand some of those ones. Sometimes it's easy to interpret my dreams. For example, last night's, uh, dalliance with a guy from a TV was the result of watching said show with Mr. P. a lot lately. (stop howling with laughter Mr. P. and just leave your comment in the appropriate form ~sticks out tongue~) Other dreams aren't quite so easy to figure out. I have ones that seem to jump randomly from scene to scene. Those ones are unusual, and are the ones that often make wonder.
This post was started because I am close to bedtime, and like the title says, I was thinking to myself, "Hmmm dreams may come tonight." I am hoping for a recurrence of this one, the one I'll leave you all with for tonight:

I found myself randomly in a desert region, yet I wasn't feeling particularly warm. Dressed in cream colored linen wraps, I wondered what was to happen. Around me were rocks, and what I had always imagined sagebrush to look like. Not another person for miles. I just sat by one of the larger rocks, leaning over it, and looked out over this new environment. My dreaming mind turned to Jesus, and wondered if this was how the land looked in His time. Next I knew, a man was next to me, silently taking my hand. We flew over the desert, not a word spoken. As night fell, the stars emerged in glory, and I knew what this stranger was trying to show me. Take His hand, and it's a strange but wondrous path. Take His hand, and don't look back. Take His hand, and live for the Kingdom come.

Til next squeak,

2 Squeaks from the Maze:

Mr P said...

So guess you sure didn t have a Bedroom Nightmare LOL...Ok one and only comment from the gutter minded bastiche you married baby...Love ya and that seems a better dream then the nightmares I have helped you deal with over the years.

Mrs. P. said...

Nope, not that show. LOL.
However, you did guess it earlier today, so I'll let you laugh at me more when you get home.
Love ya too babe. I hope you know just how much I do appreciate your help in dealing with my issues. Mwahs for the in-house shrink!

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