Tossed and turned last night, grateful that the long four-day Thanksgiving holiday was over. When I woke up (too early) this morning, I remembered fragments of a dream. As usual, I was desperately trying to clean house. At one point I was outside when a black bear suddenly appeared in front of me. A man with a gun stood behind him. I thought he was going to take the bear down and spare my life. But I found myself giving the bear asylum in my house. He was not the threat at all.

When I tell my dreams to my friend Tallulah, she always asks me how I might honor the dream. Hmmmm….I will have to think on this one.

The Work is real and it is inside of you, but you forget it, as do I. “It is the Father within me; He doeth the work.”

“I go before you to make the crooked places straight.”

“The kingdom of heaven is within.”

I could continue to quote the words of Jesus, but all of you know them by heart. The heart hungers for the living Word inside of us. The mind and its millions of inner minions will never run out of words with no capital “W.” What we end up is pure wordiness!

Just for today we can fall silent before our inner accusers and see what happens then, for that is the only way that the scales can fall from our eyes.

Vicki Woodyard