When we become holy, as we should be, we shall count all places and all hours to be the Lord’s, and we shall always dwell in His temple because God is everywhere. —Charles Spurgeon
So I have a love/hate relationship with facebook memories. They almost always bring a smile, but at times they break my heart as well. Take this photo for example:
My sweet baby girl from this day three years ago. Way to break my heart, facebook! (But also sweet to remember how completely scrumptious she was at two and a half!)
This post also popped up on my memories today. It’s from one year ago. I’ve thought about this dream many times since having it, but had forgotten some of the details:
“I just woke up from a wonderful Sunday afternoon nap. I had this dream where Jonathan and I were apparently building our dream house. Y’all! My closet was gorgeous! And massive! And then my dad showed up to check out the progress on our house. Y’all! I got to hug my dad in this dream! And he took me to an Auburn baseball game and we talked and talked (and the players had tattooed-on jerseys which is weird and not an important part of this dream, but deserved mention). I realized that someone was taking video of us there together. So later, when he was gone again, I tracked down that video to try to prove that I had seen him, hugged him, been with him. But he wasn’t in the video. It was just me, talking excitedly to the air beside me. And I was just so deflated in the dream. And I woke up so sad. It’s been (almost) 8 years and 10 months since Dad went Home, and on days like this it just blindsides me again. I can still hear his voice. I can imagine what he’d say in a certain situation, I can remember how he smelled when he hugged me. And I’m SO thankful for that, but I can never hug him again in this life. Feel the big, tight, warm, safe hug that was his. And it hurts. Y’all may get tired of my time to time fb missing of my dad. But this is real, people. I’m not ranting about kids’ sporting events or bragging that my kids (are brilliant/athletic/better than yours) or bemoaning my team’s lack of success this year. My kids aren’t any of those things anyway, by the way. I’m baring my heart on something that’s REAL and worthy of thought. My dad is gone. And the longer he’s gone, the longer it’s been since I’ve had him. (That seems obvious, but give it some thought.) Sometimes time heals, other times it hurts. I KNOW (and am SO thankful) that I will see him again at Home, but every now and then that’s just not good enough for me. I am so aware and thankful also of God’s redemptive work in all the sad things. Please don’t think I’ve missed the hard beauty. But I still miss him. Hug your dads. (And your moms.) Fix your eyes on what’s important. (Really important.) And let’s encourage each other in the stuff that truly matters.”
First of all, let’s take a moment to consider baseball jerseys that are tattooed on. Where on earth that weird tidbit came from, I have no idea, but it’s funny.
One of my dear friends texted me about this post and I expressed confusion to her about the dream house part. I’d LOVE to have the amazing closet that was in that dream, but that’s just not us. It’s not our story. We plan to do some renovations on this house, but the house in this dream? It was one of those houses that Jonathan designs – stunning and beautiful and way out of our price point! So I shared with my friend that I was unsure what that part of the dream meant. Her reply has stuck with me ever since.
I wish I had written down exactly what she texted, because it was lovely, but I didn’t. The thought she had was that the house in the dream represented the spiritual house that Jonathan and I are building for our family, not an actual physical dream house. A spiritual house built for and with the Lord. And she said that Dad was coming to check on that house, to encourage us to keep building it.
And the sadness that I had felt after waking from the dream was chased away by this beautiful idea.
You are coming to Christ, who is the living cornerstone of God’s temple. He was rejected by people, but he was chosen by God for great honor. And you are living stones that God is building into his spiritual temple. What’s more, you are his holy priests.Through the mediation of Jesus Christ, you offer spiritual sacrifices that please God. As the Scriptures say,
“I am placing a cornerstone in Jerusalem,
chosen for great honor,
and anyone who trusts in him
will never be disgraced.”
Yes, you who trust him recognize the honor God has given him. But for those who reject him,
“The stone that the builders rejected has now become the cornerstone.”
“He is the stone that makes people stumble,
the rock that makes them fall.”
They stumble because they do not obey God’s word, and so they meet the fate that was planned for them. But you are not like that, for you are a chosen people. You are royal priests,a holy nation, God’s very own possession. As a result, you can show others the goodness of God, for he called you out of the darkness into his wonderful light. — 1 Peter 2:4-9 NLT
I love the thought that heaven is closer than we realize. That my own dad prays to the God he is with for us. That (if he could), he’d come down to check on our spiritual house building. How real dreams are, I can’t say, but I do believe that God uses them to speak to us. I’m quite sure I’ll long remember this encouragement to keep building, keep growing, keep trusting, keep hoping and keep “showing others the goodness of God.”
And so for today, I’m thankful for facebook memories. (And if any of you can determine the meaning of the tattooed-on jerseys, I’m sure that could be quite entertaining…)
And one final thing: hug your dads (and your moms)…
We are a spiritual house, and therefore spiritually built up. Peter says, “Ye are built up” — built up by spiritual means. The Spirit of God quarries out of the pit of nature the stones which are as yet dead, separating them from the mass to which they adhered; He gives them life, and then He fashions, squares, polishes them, and they, without sound of axe or hammer, are brought each one to its appointed place, and built up into Christ Jesus.” —Spurgeon on 1 Peter 2:5