Remember // April
If I were being honest, March was a harder month than anticipated. It left me spinning, wondering which direction I should go and when. I’m still swirling a bit, still feeling spiritually dizzy. I took a trip to the Pacific Northwest because I had a dream about it and felt I should go. I get a lot of crazy dreams and some are more significant than others. I always try to record them and keep note in case something happens in my life that I already dreamt of, which is the case more often than not.
That trip was indeed pivotal for me. A harsh break from the humdrum of daily life and into the stark realities of a life outside myself. I am truly discovering the meaning of this verse:
“Many are the plans in a person’s heart, but it is the Lord’s purpose that prevails.”
About the Poem
Anyways, the PNW has got me feeling a bit melancholy, or maybe I went there because I was already melancholy. Either way, this poem was sparked by another dream I had in this season. Different dream than the one above, but they were in a similar dream series.
Maybe you don’t dream or have a relationship with your dreams. But I do. They really are significant to me. And often the Lord sends me a series of dreams that all interconnect and weave together to form a tapestry of divine intervention, information, and mostly questions. But there had been many dreams about past relationships that hadn’t worked out, road trips, pool parties, and the like. There was one dream I had, and it’s been the weightiest of this season. In the crux of this dream, I felt the Lord say very strongly “remember!” It was coming from the rearview mirror (I’ll skip all the other crazy details.)
So that’s where this poem got its title. I will remember. I will see the goodness of the Lord in the land of the living. I will not forget my first love. I will remember the things God has spoken even in the face of darkness.
Maybe some of you have been in this place, too? Where you’re mad at God but know you have nowhere else to turn anyways. Well, this poem is for you.
About the Art
While in the Olympic National Rainforest, I was really taken with all the deep greens and bright flowers. It was truly magical. Ancient forests just really speak to me! So I tried to bring that feeling back to life with oil pastels and soft pastels in this dream-like haze.
Something about Jeremy Riddle’s “Home” has really stirred my spirit lately. Enjoy it with some other related songs in my monthly playlist!
Truthfully, nothing is wasted with the Lord.
April Showers Bring May Flowers…
As I was preparing my garden this week, we got news of storms headed for Tennessee. And the nursery rhyme, “April showers bring May flowers” floated into my mind. I think this next month might be a little heavy. There might be some spring rains, some unexpected storms. But perhaps all that rain will reach deep into the earth and burst forth hidden seeds in May.
Here’s to hoping against hope!
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