Last night I had a dream that I was in the ocean and I kept dunking myself under the water. This could be because we were talking about baptism in the catechism recently. As I was submerged under the water, I opened my eyes and looked up. I saw a hand reaching toward me above the water. I knew there wasn’t really a hand there. But I thought to myself, if I believed that Jesus’ hand was really reaching to me, that I could grab onto his hand. So, I believed it was there and I reached up and I grabbed a hand. I was overwhelmed with joy and excitement.
I made a painting in my dream, trying to depict this interaction with Jesus. My ex, jealous, took the painting, and in a drunken rage, threw it into the ocean. I was distraught. I feel like this dream not only symbolized the remarkable power of belief in faith, but it was also accurate in how my ex actually drew me further away from God. I had been questioning whether I should give that relationship another chance. Here is my answer. Crystal clear and no confusion.
(The image was *almost* like this in my painting, but I had to reach up out of the water, as I saw his hand on the other side, rather than him reaching through the watery veil. I had to do the work and extend my belief to meet him on the other side.)
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