I had a dream about Grant the other night. Everything was normal, the old normal. We were talking on the phone, him telling me a story about something that had happened at work. We were laughing. Then, as it happens in dreams, the next moment we were together sharing breakfast at the little Farmer’s Market a few blocks from his old apartment. We sat there catching up on life, people watching, and talking about what we wanted to do that day. And then it happened. I woke up. As I laid there in that twilight stage between asleep and reality, I had to wrap my brain around the fact that it was just a dream and I was waking up into the nightmare. It’s awful and gut wrenching as my mind absorbs again the reality.
Mornings, after dreams of Grant, make me so incredibly grateful that there is a day coming that I will close my eyes and wake up into the dream. Everything horrible I’ve experienced here, will be nothing more than a nightmare, a bad dream. And the nightmare will only serve to increase my joy, as I wake to the dream of eternity.
Christ bought us the possibility of an afterlife without pain and suffering, no more nightmares. Revelation 21:4 He will wipe away every tear from their eyes, and death shall be no more, neither shall there be mourning, nor crying, nor pain anymore…
But we tend to judge God by the time we spend here on Earth. We judge critically if all of our dreams fail to come true. But who would complain to God if He allowed one nightmare in a lifetime of dreams? And yet we bitterly complain about the nightmare when in reality it’s one nightmare in an eternity of dreams.
Lord, when I awake from a dream into the nightmare, remind me that there is a day coming that all of this will be reversed. I will one day close my eyes and wake to the dream, eternity’s dream. And when I look back to the nightmare from eternity’s perspective, I will not be impressed by its length, horror, or fear. In eternity, it will be nothing more than a bad dream in the distant past I can hardly even recall.