One evening recently, Jaimie went to bed early. I stayed up late working. Around 11pm, she walked out of our bedroom and stared at me, then proceeded to tell me about a dream within a dream within a dream within a dream within a dream, each one involving waking up in her bed – and several of them involving coming out and talking to me. Read on, intrepid explorer →
Jaimie Dawn writes well (as always) – and piercingly, too.
If you know me, you know how works-oriented I am, constantly thinking that I need to meet my Christian quota in order to earn or maintain God’s love. You’d think I would want someone to debunk that myth for me. Many loved ones and mentors have tried. I always thought I wasn’t getting over my works-guilt-complex because of some personal inability to do so, but on reading the aforementioned quote, I suddenly realized that I didn’t want to get over the complex. I didn’t want to pray for God to provide my needs and let him answer. I didn’t want to glorify God, because I want to do it myself.