Dreaming of God

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Often I have desired to spend my sleeping hours dreaming of God.

So many dreams, so much time, seems almost a waste to spend them on trivialities.

The answer is almost always no, and I can see why.

If I could go to sleep and dream of God, I'd never want to be awake to serve.


But last night I dreamed of God.

I do not remember anything else except that there was a ribbon of fire all around me, swirling and dancing. It seemed I was on the edge of a cliff, but I had no fear. The fire had not beginning nor end, but was all around, darting here and there.

And I knew others were afraid, but I was not. I ran and I leaped off the edge of the cliff, into the fire, knowing it would catch me.

It did. I snuggled down into it and it wrapped around me like a warm and safe blanket.

And it carried me as it danced.

And I closed my eyes and let it.


My God is a consuming fire.

~Faith

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