I have a cold so I fell asleep on the sofa and dreamed the most wonderful dreams, there were textiles everywhere, the most beautiful fabrics, stiff brocades and soft creamy linens, white raiment stacked as far as the eye could see.
I have a great affection for cloth of all sorts, but white raiment just adds a whole new level of spiritual joy to the mix. So it is I fell asleep hearing the words, hearing the comfort of Revelation 3:5, “He that overcometh, the same shall be clothed in white raiment; and I will not blot out his name out of the book of life, but I will confess his name before my Father, and before his angels.”
I vaguely recall one of my kids coming home and saying something about a gift, but I kind of just responded by rote, “thank you, how kind,” and promptly went back to sleep, sinking even farther into that creamy warmth.
Imagine my surprise when I woke up covered in this soft whiteness, but not just any covering, one clearly stamped with gold, covered in crosses, and written on it my favorite saying of all, “He is risen.” I did what any sensible person would do, I jumped up, squealed, and threw the thing on the ground.
Did you know that God is spooky? God is spooky in the very best way. There’s a reason why the first thing angels always say is, “fear not.” He will rock your world. That’s no joke.
So in that dream state I struggled with how surreal the moment was, the uncertainty of seeing something tangible and material from my dream state, now intruding on my very material reality. Naturally I regained my senses, picked the lovely gift up, and just marveled over it.
I am still marveling over it! I have this desire to wrap it in plastic, to protect it, to tuck it away for a special occasion, but I shall not, because today is a special occasion, and love is meant to be well, worn. Worn, used, loved, and wrung out.
It is indeed all soft and warm, white raiment infused with gold lettering and my favorite words, “He is risen indeed.” One of my kids brought me a beautiful new throw, a blankie, and left it on me while I slept. It was the sweetest gift ever, and perhaps unbeknownst to her, but I had been talking to the Lord all week about needing to sense His presence, and about needing a blankie.
You may laugh if you want, but in my defense I do have a cold. Also, the world can be a dark and scary place, there is stuff out there that will just break your heart. I need a blankie sometimes even when I am well in mind and body.
Unbeknownst to the kid, I have also stomped my feet more times than I can count this month, proclaiming “He is risen, indeed,” rather impatiently, rather desperately, trying to breathe life into some dry bones, into some dusty tombs, like dog gone it all, He is risen indeed, so why do we not walk as if we serve a risen Lord??
I really, really need to be around people who serve our risen Lord.
That blankie was just the sweetest gift, the answer to a threefold prayer, a prophetic one even, one that came to me in a dream that only the Lord knows. It was also a sacrificial gift of love, a kindness from a kid who heard the Holy Spirit, who followed His leading, who listened to His intuition, and not her own.
And that is what made it the sweetest gift ever, that reassurance, that promise, that faithfulness and trust. Not only does God hear me, she can hear Him, too.