Boy do my dreams take me to bizarre places! Invariably places that I can’t quite control or escape. I’m still tangled in this morning’s bad dream web of frustration. I’m slamming it with Scripture, ”God has not given us a spirit of fear, but of power, love and a sound mind.” And “whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable—if anything is excellent or praiseworthy—think about such things.” And these weapons are slashing away the remaining fragments of this frustration. Parry! Riposte! “Take that and that you false feelings and lies!” Ahhh… peace is settling in. I am me. You are You. This is real, not that. I am safe in Your arms! But if dreams reveal unprocessed issues in our lives, then battling for some semblance of control is still hounding me. I guess this bogeyman of cancer is summoning up this need to have some say in my life and I am acting out this battle in my dreams. Remind me, even in my unconscious state that ultimately “the battle belongs to You Lord! I am not alone! My times are in Your hands!” Sword in hand we can do this together!