Airport Jesus

   I dream a lot.  Perhaps its all the medication I have to take now due to Dysautonomia, but the fact remains.  I dream a lot.  Last Thursday was quite a vivid dreaming night, producing a dream I won't soon forget.

   I was in what felt like an airport.  People were walking back and forth in front of me, as it looks while in a concourse setting.  I was trying to make my way across the flow of people, but there were so many that I just couldn't seem to break into the crowd.  I felt a man come up from behind me, grab my arm and talk to me in my right ear.  "Just follow where I lead."  I couldn't see the man speaking to me because he was behind me.  Honestly I was a wee bit creeped out.  But with him holding my arm, he guided me safely across the mass of criss-crossing people.

   On the other side of the crowd we were in one of those convenience store shops, the place to pick up a last minute newspaper and soft drink.  I found myself standing at the cash register waiting in line, but I didn't have anything in my hands to purchase.  I looked up at the person at the cash register and it was Jesus.  I don't know how to explain how I knew this, but I just did.  I was looking at Jesus.  I got so excited I started pushing through the people ahead of me, knowing "I have to get to him." I was in sheer panic mode fearing I would not be able to reach him.

   Next thing I know he was on my side of the counter and full-on, body press hugged me.  I felt him from my head to my toes.  And he was laughing a lovely, smooth as syrup, belly laugh.  He kept saying in my ear as he hugged me, "I'm here, even when you cannot see me."

   I cried telling John about the dream the next morning.  I cried telling my ladies class about it yesterday.  I'm crying as I type it out now.  I pray the feeling doesn't wear off.  I feel loved, cherished, and safe.

   God is good.  Jesus, come quickly, even if its only in my dreams.