Last night I had some dreams, one of them was falling in love with me

I was in a big beautiful house on the outskirts of town, waiting and wearily peaking out of the window for arrivals of friends. They arrived in an instant... you know how dreams are. One girl in particular stood out to me. She had short brown hair, a cropped purple Nike top, and big grey sweatpants. She felt so familiar to me.

The way her hair fell above the nape of her neck and the sensual way she moved. The way she made me feel safe and seen just by a glance. You could tell she actually cared.

We were like school girls curled up on the couch, dancing together in the living room, swirling in conversation. As I awoke this morning I realized that girl in the dream was me. I had the privilege and the honor of meeting myself. Not through a mirror or a photo, but through my essence...

and how beautiful was my essence.

So as I peered into the real life mirror I saw her for what other people see. I saw the ease, the creativity. I guess when we spend lifetimes with our soul, it gets old. All things surrounding you explains the discontent and the need for repent, but in an instant, in my dreamtime, I saw the truth. I saw the girl. I saw me.