Two quite interesting dreams last night, very unlike any I've had for a while.
The first started on a private jet owned be my nephew in-law (highly unlikely). The jet was gutted and the inside looked like an RV. My nephew (JJ) was piloting and I was in back with my niece and her four girls, and 5 puppies. (Her dog had puppies back in January, and the last one was given away less than a month ago, so that's fresh in my mind.) We landed in a field that was partially dirt, partially grass, and looked like a camping area. There was another family nearby at a group of picnic tables. I played with the girls and the puppies for a while and then moved away from the jet towards the picnic table. My niece and her husband were dancing by a table and singing to some country music (again, highly unlikely) as if they were at a hoedown. I was very happy to see them so happy, but then I thought about the puppies. They were over near the jet unsupervised. I walked over there and some had wondered near the street and some were playing right where we left them. My dog Knuckles was there with them. He was done 'puppy-sitting'. We gathered up the puppies and I counted them as we boarded. Knuckles jumped up to sit in the co-pilot seat, and I can't remember for sure, but I think I got up to pilot this time.
The scene changed and we were at a stadium. We were walking up to our seats and about to watch a movie. I think it was "The Rescuers", (with the mice and the orphan 'Penny'.) All four girls, my niece, and JJ were sitting down and I was carrying popcorn etc. to the seats. (Maybe this is because I have been talking about taking them to a movie lately.)
In the next dream I was back with my two BFs from high school, Vanessa and Michelle. (In real life I just returned from a visit with them at Michelle's parents house in Maryland.) We were arriving at Michelle's parent's house again, even though in the dream it looked a little different. It resembled a doll house (which it kinda does in real life too). I had to go to the bathroom but each bathroom I went in had flushing problems, noted by paper still in the bowl, which I tried to flush with no luck. So I didn't want to add to the problem.
Everyone was getting ready to go out to eat, so I just decided I would go to the restroom at the restaurant. Vanessa, and I walked down to a ballroom that was attached to the hotel that we were now in somehow. and Michelle and her mom went on to see if our reservations at the restaurant were ready.
The ball room was set up with long banquet tables at one side and a huge dance floor in the middle. We went ahead and took a seat at a table with two other older men. Food started coming out and since we were hungry we started to eat. After a course or two, Michelle and her mother came in to get us to go to the restaurant. We said we would rather stay there since we had already started and also wouldn't have to walk any further. After a little protesting they stayed. Michelle had on a trench coat over a pink sequined gown that had a huge slit up the front. Vanessa was wearing purple, and I'm not sure what I was wearing as the dream was seen in first person. All three of us danced like little girls playing "princess" across the dance floor holding hands with Michelle in a circle. And that was all.
As for meaning...
Modes of transportation (as we've talked about before) symbolize life direction and circles of influence. For instance, bicycles are about the individual who's riding them and no one else. Family cars (especially with family in them) are about the driver's influence over their family circle. Buses deal with bigger sphere's of influence, trains and planes bigger still. It's important to note if you are a passenger or the driver.
In my first dream JJ was driving a private jet. A private jet, though small in influence is still different than a car. It's flying, not driving. The significance of that could be about soaring over obstacles, or being "above" in some way. It's a good thing though. The dancing that they were doing was good too, but both good things (jet and country music) were very unlike my niece and nephew. Perhaps it's saying something about them acting out of character in a good way soon. I don't know, but I was happy to see that I'm along for the ride.
My second dream, having to go to the bathroom (a typical theme for me) but not being able to because of "obstacles", could speak about not being able to say all that I wanted to say to my friend Michelle while we were there. We did talk about everything, but sometimes I couldn't think of words that would convey all I wanted to say. The "obstacle" present was a difference in our walks of faith. The day that Michelle left and it was just Vanessa and I for an evening we had a good talk and prayer about our individual (and joint) walks of faith. I imagine that is why Vanessa and I went to the ballroom and Michelle and her mom went to the restaurant in the dream. The good news is that Michelle later joined us in the ballroom and we danced like little girls. The trench coat she was wearing still signifies hiding in some way... Hiding a revealing but beautiful pink sequined gown. (As teens, pink was Michelle's favorite color.)
Tuesday, May 3, 2011
Saturday, April 30, 2011
It's Been So Long
It's been so long since I posted, and not for lack of dreams.
I went on vacation... and of course had spectacularly strange dreams then, and I've been home and on the hCG diet for the past week, which also produces some mighty strange dreams.
Do most of you have crazy dreams while in a foreign bed? Isn't that weird? I wonder why it is that our body produces "off" dreams in a strange place.
My most memorable of the dreams I had on vacation was one of Carrie and I sitting out on a side patio of "my house". The yard was huge and bordered by a ditch. Two thugs walked into my yard and were going to pass through. I suggested they cross at the border near the ditch, but they insisted on coming through the side patio. Really they were coming to hurt us or rob us or some such nonsense. As they approached, Carrie and I became a fighting force. We brutally beat the crap out of both of them. I slammed one guy's face onto a planter box, and just wailed on him non-stop. She held him down breifly then turned and beat up the other guy.
That was the extent of the dream. It was vivid and very "real".
I take it as "Don't mess with Carrie and I as a team." haha
The hCG induced dreams of this past week have included one where my wall in the dining room had a leak and water was puddling on the floor. A wet spot could be seen at the base of the wall, going up about a foot.
Another was about bugs on my blue living room carpet. A yellow scorpion about the size of my thumb was the first bug I saw, then tons more... centipedes, beetles, earwigs... I lifted the carpet to shake them off, and at least 100 poured off. ugg!!!
I had another about something weird in my house that I can't remember now.
I'm taking these as, "Hey, what's this weird hormone in my 'house'?"
Last night I watched "Exit through The Gift Shop", a documentary about street art and a particular dude who named himself "Mr. Brainwash". It was interesting and not at all what I was expecting.
We had a discussion after watching it where we talked about what we could do if we had an entourage of people creating our ideas for us with an unlimited money supply.
This morning I woke up with so many art ideas. The biggest of which was about creating digital art of each of my dreams. I could give you a visual of all these dreams that I write about.
My mind was swirling with with snap shots I would take from each dream. Every dream I thought of I could think of the one moment that I would like to capture from it. That was surprising to me; one imagine from each dream rose up. Does that mean that's the "main idea" of each dream? Or simply that it was the most vivid part? Why one thing? Am I supposed to do something with this?
Then I thought of my new Ipad that arrives in a couple weeks, and all the art apps that I'll have for creating with. Perhaps creating a few dream images won't be so hard. Perhaps.
You'll be the first to know if this idea becomes a reality. :-)
I went on vacation... and of course had spectacularly strange dreams then, and I've been home and on the hCG diet for the past week, which also produces some mighty strange dreams.
Do most of you have crazy dreams while in a foreign bed? Isn't that weird? I wonder why it is that our body produces "off" dreams in a strange place.
My most memorable of the dreams I had on vacation was one of Carrie and I sitting out on a side patio of "my house". The yard was huge and bordered by a ditch. Two thugs walked into my yard and were going to pass through. I suggested they cross at the border near the ditch, but they insisted on coming through the side patio. Really they were coming to hurt us or rob us or some such nonsense. As they approached, Carrie and I became a fighting force. We brutally beat the crap out of both of them. I slammed one guy's face onto a planter box, and just wailed on him non-stop. She held him down breifly then turned and beat up the other guy.
That was the extent of the dream. It was vivid and very "real".
I take it as "Don't mess with Carrie and I as a team." haha
The hCG induced dreams of this past week have included one where my wall in the dining room had a leak and water was puddling on the floor. A wet spot could be seen at the base of the wall, going up about a foot.
Another was about bugs on my blue living room carpet. A yellow scorpion about the size of my thumb was the first bug I saw, then tons more... centipedes, beetles, earwigs... I lifted the carpet to shake them off, and at least 100 poured off. ugg!!!
I had another about something weird in my house that I can't remember now.
I'm taking these as, "Hey, what's this weird hormone in my 'house'?"
Last night I watched "Exit through The Gift Shop", a documentary about street art and a particular dude who named himself "Mr. Brainwash". It was interesting and not at all what I was expecting.
We had a discussion after watching it where we talked about what we could do if we had an entourage of people creating our ideas for us with an unlimited money supply.
This morning I woke up with so many art ideas. The biggest of which was about creating digital art of each of my dreams. I could give you a visual of all these dreams that I write about.
My mind was swirling with with snap shots I would take from each dream. Every dream I thought of I could think of the one moment that I would like to capture from it. That was surprising to me; one imagine from each dream rose up. Does that mean that's the "main idea" of each dream? Or simply that it was the most vivid part? Why one thing? Am I supposed to do something with this?
Then I thought of my new Ipad that arrives in a couple weeks, and all the art apps that I'll have for creating with. Perhaps creating a few dream images won't be so hard. Perhaps.
You'll be the first to know if this idea becomes a reality. :-)
Friday, April 1, 2011
Parking Lot Meeting
In last night's dream I was walking from a large building to my car in a huge parking lot like at an arena. I had just been at some sort of conference that I some-what enjoyed. I agreed with some of what was said but not everything. (I think this has to do with what was mentioned on SWRC radio's show yesterday about an upcoming conference called "The Future Conference" somewhere in an M state... can't remember which. Tom Horn was on the program yesterday and though he was interesting, I had a hard time with some of stuff he talked about.)
So as I was walking to my car, I was thinking through all that had been said.
I got a few steps from my car and saw 6 or 7 Jehovah's Witnesses walking to their car. They were talking about eschatology and I caught the sentence, "Well, we have 7 more years." I spoke out, "You mean 4." That was an open invitation for them to start talking to me about their Watchtower pamphlets. They started handing me the little booklets and the thicker one that says, "What The Bible Really Says". I told them I already had all of their stuff. (I've taken a copy from any of them that offer it to me. I read it once, and now I throw them away.)
Well, then they asked if they could pray with me. "Sure," I said. We sat in a circle on a tuft of grass in a section of the parking lot. It was me, then to my left, a girl, then a teen boy, then a woman, and another woman, and a man, then another woman or two, back to me. The teen boy started the prayer... I thought about how many people had to pray before I got a turn. But as he started his prayer he said, "Thank you God for all these sexabilities..." The word that should have fit was "possibilities", but because he said it all wrong my mind picked up on it being a dream, and I woke up.
I haven't had any interactions with JWs recently, so who knows where that came from, but the rest seems pretty straight forward. Well, other than the word "sexabilities".
So as I was walking to my car, I was thinking through all that had been said.
I got a few steps from my car and saw 6 or 7 Jehovah's Witnesses walking to their car. They were talking about eschatology and I caught the sentence, "Well, we have 7 more years." I spoke out, "You mean 4." That was an open invitation for them to start talking to me about their Watchtower pamphlets. They started handing me the little booklets and the thicker one that says, "What The Bible Really Says". I told them I already had all of their stuff. (I've taken a copy from any of them that offer it to me. I read it once, and now I throw them away.)
Well, then they asked if they could pray with me. "Sure," I said. We sat in a circle on a tuft of grass in a section of the parking lot. It was me, then to my left, a girl, then a teen boy, then a woman, and another woman, and a man, then another woman or two, back to me. The teen boy started the prayer... I thought about how many people had to pray before I got a turn. But as he started his prayer he said, "Thank you God for all these sexabilities..." The word that should have fit was "possibilities", but because he said it all wrong my mind picked up on it being a dream, and I woke up.
I haven't had any interactions with JWs recently, so who knows where that came from, but the rest seems pretty straight forward. Well, other than the word "sexabilities".
Thursday, March 31, 2011
BFF in Class, and Katie Perry Land
I enjoyed last night's dream. It was one of those where you feel like you're really with the person, and then it turned into one of those that was like Disneyland. So all in all a great sleep.
The beginning was in a class room setting... this time with tables, not desks. I was near the front of the room and to the right. I had to change seats for some reason. As the class was filing in and the (female) teacher was talking about something, I got up and went to a room across our room to the left. I didn't walk through a hall, just through a door into the next classroom. In there was my very best friend from elementary and high-school, Vanessa. (I will be visiting her in just a couple of weeks, so she has been on my mind.) She had a small file box (note card size) in her hand and was thumbing through it. I walked over to her near the far left back of the room by a counter top. She presented the purple file box. After she opened it, she began reading off a little questionnaire/game that she had made with Trivia questions about her brother Nathan. Then she showed me other sections that included a play list of all our favorite songs from back in the day, and images from our past, movies, etc. It was an amazing compilation she had put together. I even commented that I had made a play list that wasn't half as good. She had dug deep into "b-sides" so-to-speak, not just taken the obvious songs. I was very happy to be able to reminisce with her. Then the teacher for her class came in and noticed me in that back. She gave me a bad look because I wasn't supposed to be in there, so I walked back across the room and into my class.
The dream changed and I was on a ride at an amusement park. The ride was just like the old ride at Disney land called "Rocket Rods". (The one that took over the monorail track back in the 90's.) Instead of being rockets the ride was convertible cars that looked like rounded cartoon 50's cars. They were covered with rainbow, star, cloud, and candy stickers. The car ahead of me was baby blue and held two middle aged men who were enjoying the ride very much. The music that played was Katie Perry's "Firework". (I heard the song yesterday when I was out with my niece. It was playing in a pale lemon yellow convertible that was driving in front of us.) The park around the ride looked like candy land. (Very Katie Perry.)
It was a very fun dream, despite the bad looks from the teacher.
I'm wondering if I should make a little file box of memories for my visit with Vanessa... or perhaps she will. :-)
The beginning was in a class room setting... this time with tables, not desks. I was near the front of the room and to the right. I had to change seats for some reason. As the class was filing in and the (female) teacher was talking about something, I got up and went to a room across our room to the left. I didn't walk through a hall, just through a door into the next classroom. In there was my very best friend from elementary and high-school, Vanessa. (I will be visiting her in just a couple of weeks, so she has been on my mind.) She had a small file box (note card size) in her hand and was thumbing through it. I walked over to her near the far left back of the room by a counter top. She presented the purple file box. After she opened it, she began reading off a little questionnaire/game that she had made with Trivia questions about her brother Nathan. Then she showed me other sections that included a play list of all our favorite songs from back in the day, and images from our past, movies, etc. It was an amazing compilation she had put together. I even commented that I had made a play list that wasn't half as good. She had dug deep into "b-sides" so-to-speak, not just taken the obvious songs. I was very happy to be able to reminisce with her. Then the teacher for her class came in and noticed me in that back. She gave me a bad look because I wasn't supposed to be in there, so I walked back across the room and into my class.
The dream changed and I was on a ride at an amusement park. The ride was just like the old ride at Disney land called "Rocket Rods". (The one that took over the monorail track back in the 90's.) Instead of being rockets the ride was convertible cars that looked like rounded cartoon 50's cars. They were covered with rainbow, star, cloud, and candy stickers. The car ahead of me was baby blue and held two middle aged men who were enjoying the ride very much. The music that played was Katie Perry's "Firework". (I heard the song yesterday when I was out with my niece. It was playing in a pale lemon yellow convertible that was driving in front of us.) The park around the ride looked like candy land. (Very Katie Perry.)
It was a very fun dream, despite the bad looks from the teacher.
I'm wondering if I should make a little file box of memories for my visit with Vanessa... or perhaps she will. :-)
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
Missing Quiz
a night full of dreams last night... all fairly random.
I don't remember any of the first ones hardly at all... other than one dealt with children... but I do remember the last one...
I was taking a quiz with a bunch of other people all sitting in small elementary school desks. The quiz was about Islam. (We have been doing this on Wednesday night church during a series about the differences and similarities of Islam and Christianity.) In the dream the quiz was much more elaborate, like a term paper, and I could not find my paper for that day. I kept flipping through my other papers from previous days, but could not find the one for that session. My pastor's oldest son was sitting beside me. I got up to look in another room. We were in a house with shag carpet. There was wood paneling on the walls and just a very 70's vibe all around. When I came back in the testing room my dad was on the big screen larger than life as a sort of background to the other imagery that was going across the screen. ...and I was naked. I told Tyler, "that's my dad," as I pointed to his image on the screen. I pointed like 3 or 4 times because he didn't seem to see.
That was the extent of that dream.
Again with the nakedness.... again with the lack of preparedness... geez... what am I not getting?
I don't remember any of the first ones hardly at all... other than one dealt with children... but I do remember the last one...
I was taking a quiz with a bunch of other people all sitting in small elementary school desks. The quiz was about Islam. (We have been doing this on Wednesday night church during a series about the differences and similarities of Islam and Christianity.) In the dream the quiz was much more elaborate, like a term paper, and I could not find my paper for that day. I kept flipping through my other papers from previous days, but could not find the one for that session. My pastor's oldest son was sitting beside me. I got up to look in another room. We were in a house with shag carpet. There was wood paneling on the walls and just a very 70's vibe all around. When I came back in the testing room my dad was on the big screen larger than life as a sort of background to the other imagery that was going across the screen. ...and I was naked. I told Tyler, "that's my dad," as I pointed to his image on the screen. I pointed like 3 or 4 times because he didn't seem to see.
That was the extent of that dream.
Again with the nakedness.... again with the lack of preparedness... geez... what am I not getting?
Saturday, March 26, 2011
A Short Affair
I wish I could remember my other dreams from last night... I had three, but only remember one now. The first two were mild in nature and OK for sharing.
The last one (the one I remember) is not appropriate at all, but I will do my best to share it.
It started in a church service. (I watched a little church TV yesterday while over at my friend's house, who is stuck in bed with an illness. The service in my dream was way more like the church on TV than any church I have ever been to in person.) The choir wore royal blue robes and the congregation was full of dressed up people. I sat on the 3rd row on the right hand side close to the middle aisle. Half way through the service there was a break. People got up to use the restroom, or get a doughnut, or whatever. I stayed seated.
When the break was over only half of the people came back. The speaker in the front made mention of it, and I thought to myself, "oh, the people will be back soon, they are just taking their time." There were many that did come back, but not all. A pastor that I know came and sat down beside me. I noticed that I was wearing a robe as well, and that I was naked underneath. The robe had opened in the front at my leg, and my upper thigh was exposed. The pastor beside me (on my left) reached over and "touched" me. I was shocked. I moved the robe to cover myself, but shortly after that he took my hand and put it on his "lap". "Oh my God," I barely whispered as I felt how huge he was.
The scene changed and we were in my bedroom. There was no sensation of anything sexual, but we were having sex. All I thought of was how big he was. My kids came to the door and I quickly got up and rushed to see what they wanted. I put the pastor over my shoulder (lack a sack) and played it off as if he was my husband. As I talked to the kids, they never looked at his face. Then right as we were done talking my daughter noticed who it was. She questioned me, and very plainly I said, "We are just having a short affair, it will be over very soon," and I rushed back to the bed eagerly.
Well... it's yet another dream about exposure, and about the church. I have had dreams this week of dealing with children's ministry, teen girl's ministry, church 'building' ministry, and now intimacy with pastoral ministries.
The fact that there was no sexual sensation in the dream assures me that it wasn't really about sex. The size of things I think is symbolic of power and influence, and that was the luring point.
It would be nice to think that my constant exposure would lead to a place of influence, but positions of influence are tricky; there is a lot of war-fare involved in leadership.
... that's all I have today.
The last one (the one I remember) is not appropriate at all, but I will do my best to share it.
It started in a church service. (I watched a little church TV yesterday while over at my friend's house, who is stuck in bed with an illness. The service in my dream was way more like the church on TV than any church I have ever been to in person.) The choir wore royal blue robes and the congregation was full of dressed up people. I sat on the 3rd row on the right hand side close to the middle aisle. Half way through the service there was a break. People got up to use the restroom, or get a doughnut, or whatever. I stayed seated.
When the break was over only half of the people came back. The speaker in the front made mention of it, and I thought to myself, "oh, the people will be back soon, they are just taking their time." There were many that did come back, but not all. A pastor that I know came and sat down beside me. I noticed that I was wearing a robe as well, and that I was naked underneath. The robe had opened in the front at my leg, and my upper thigh was exposed. The pastor beside me (on my left) reached over and "touched" me. I was shocked. I moved the robe to cover myself, but shortly after that he took my hand and put it on his "lap". "Oh my God," I barely whispered as I felt how huge he was.
The scene changed and we were in my bedroom. There was no sensation of anything sexual, but we were having sex. All I thought of was how big he was. My kids came to the door and I quickly got up and rushed to see what they wanted. I put the pastor over my shoulder (lack a sack) and played it off as if he was my husband. As I talked to the kids, they never looked at his face. Then right as we were done talking my daughter noticed who it was. She questioned me, and very plainly I said, "We are just having a short affair, it will be over very soon," and I rushed back to the bed eagerly.
Well... it's yet another dream about exposure, and about the church. I have had dreams this week of dealing with children's ministry, teen girl's ministry, church 'building' ministry, and now intimacy with pastoral ministries.
The fact that there was no sexual sensation in the dream assures me that it wasn't really about sex. The size of things I think is symbolic of power and influence, and that was the luring point.
It would be nice to think that my constant exposure would lead to a place of influence, but positions of influence are tricky; there is a lot of war-fare involved in leadership.
... that's all I have today.
Friday, March 25, 2011
More Exposure and Lack of Control
The night before last I had a dream about taking both dogs to "Camp Bow-wow" while I'm gone on vacation next month. That was simply pushing me to get a place lined up for them to stay.
Last night's wasn't so simple:
I had two dreams (that I remember), one in which I was with a group of girls at a mansion having a retreat of sorts (the girls were young, like teens and twenties,) and I had keys in my hand walking topless down the hall where there were a handful of bell boys and male desk clerks.
I was minding my own business, but was being suspected of something. I don't remember if it had to do with the keys, or being topless, or what, but the men (also in their twenties) were whispering about me, and one was following me to confront me. Towards the end of the dream he did confront me, but I shrugged it off and said I wasn't doing anything, just taking the keys to the room.
In the second dream I was with a group of older men (not elderly, just 40+) and we all had long aluminum tubes that we were making car frames out of. Each of us had our own and it was loopy. We had to straighten it, bend it, cut it... whatever to make it work. The aluminum caught fire easily just by banging the tip on a surface, and we were warned about that. I had very little control over the big long tube and mine caught on fire within a minute of me holding it. I asked for help to put it out, even from my dad, but they all just told me to blow on it. I tried to blow it out but it wouldn't; It even flared up at a few of my attempts.
The alarm rang, and I had to get up. :(
There is a very big theme this week of exposure, and incompetence.
I need to remember that dreams are generally warnings or your own doubts playing out, not necessarily a prediction of what is actually going to happen if you heed the warning.
With the girls on retreat I can wrap my head around being in a situation like that, but building cars with aluminum tubes with a bunch a men... I cannot.
Only because they were older than me, and that my dad was there, I have a feeling that they represent older men in church, building (metaphorically) church things that are mobile. I was trying to be one of them, but had no control.
I talked with my friend Carrie the other day, and the conversation led to "where I fit in at church". My son has stopped going to the kid's class. He is eleven, and it's just too "little kidish" for him now. I still help out in there, but it's become odd now that he's not in there. I had been doing stuff with the teenage girls, but that basically stopped at the end of last summer, and now the girls I know are about to graduate, so I don't really want to volunteer in there either. I haven't been a part of women's ministries in years, other than my own bible study I host at my home, which has nothing to do with my church.
So there it is, in black and white. I have assignments that I feel will be shared with the church once complete, and for now I will focus on those, but my dreams continue to hash out where I fit in ministry.
Last night's wasn't so simple:
I had two dreams (that I remember), one in which I was with a group of girls at a mansion having a retreat of sorts (the girls were young, like teens and twenties,) and I had keys in my hand walking topless down the hall where there were a handful of bell boys and male desk clerks.
I was minding my own business, but was being suspected of something. I don't remember if it had to do with the keys, or being topless, or what, but the men (also in their twenties) were whispering about me, and one was following me to confront me. Towards the end of the dream he did confront me, but I shrugged it off and said I wasn't doing anything, just taking the keys to the room.
In the second dream I was with a group of older men (not elderly, just 40+) and we all had long aluminum tubes that we were making car frames out of. Each of us had our own and it was loopy. We had to straighten it, bend it, cut it... whatever to make it work. The aluminum caught fire easily just by banging the tip on a surface, and we were warned about that. I had very little control over the big long tube and mine caught on fire within a minute of me holding it. I asked for help to put it out, even from my dad, but they all just told me to blow on it. I tried to blow it out but it wouldn't; It even flared up at a few of my attempts.
The alarm rang, and I had to get up. :(
There is a very big theme this week of exposure, and incompetence.
I need to remember that dreams are generally warnings or your own doubts playing out, not necessarily a prediction of what is actually going to happen if you heed the warning.
With the girls on retreat I can wrap my head around being in a situation like that, but building cars with aluminum tubes with a bunch a men... I cannot.
Only because they were older than me, and that my dad was there, I have a feeling that they represent older men in church, building (metaphorically) church things that are mobile. I was trying to be one of them, but had no control.
I talked with my friend Carrie the other day, and the conversation led to "where I fit in at church". My son has stopped going to the kid's class. He is eleven, and it's just too "little kidish" for him now. I still help out in there, but it's become odd now that he's not in there. I had been doing stuff with the teenage girls, but that basically stopped at the end of last summer, and now the girls I know are about to graduate, so I don't really want to volunteer in there either. I haven't been a part of women's ministries in years, other than my own bible study I host at my home, which has nothing to do with my church.
So there it is, in black and white. I have assignments that I feel will be shared with the church once complete, and for now I will focus on those, but my dreams continue to hash out where I fit in ministry.
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