I had a nightmare this morning. In my dream, I was in a ditch next to a mountain and dirt and sand came streaming down on me. I kept trying to swim out of it and made a little progress each time but would start to sink below the surface.
Standing on a ridge near me, someone I knew was watching me with a smile on his face. I kept shouting, “Help Me!” but he ignored me. The dirt and sand buried me, and all was black.
I woke up, happy to be alive but very disturbed. What did it mean? I found myself focusing on the darkness of the dream, and the darkness grew and gained power over me.
I threw back the covers, got up, padded into the kitchen, and turned on the lights. As the water heated up for my tea, the height of my distress began its decent.
I treaded downstairs to the family room, deep in thought. I pulled out a trusty prayer book and took myself to my place of calm. You see, I’m lucky enough to have the faith to hand my troubles over to God. After a time, my heart rate slowed, and I could actually feel my blood pressure go down.
It’s interesting how, in the darkness, thoughts can grow from hurtful to downright heinous. They can take on a life of their own.
But as soon as you expose them to the light, those same overwhelming thoughts begin to shrink. This enables you gain a sense of calm. It enables you to be able to attack them. Yup, beat them down to size. Chop them up into manageable chunks. Focus on the light, focus on love, focus on what’s right and what’s real. Step by step, you can overcome your troubles.
I know not everyone has the same beliefs I do, and I absolutely respect that. I do hope you have a way to get to your own calm place. Calmness and light give you power over the darkness.