It’s dark at 4:15am when I saunter into the kitchen. It’s still dark at 5am when my husband rumbles down the gravel toward work. And even though this fantastical view is literally a stone’s throw out my living room door, I only see it after God and I slay the dark.
Well, actually, He does most of the work; I just read His Word, and when I’m done with that, I stir, stare, sip, and occasionally gulp — both Truth and view.
Some folks snore the night away and dream undercover, in darkness. Others ride sunshine strokes across the sky and dream in broad daylight. Me? I dream my very best at that pivot point between the two — that place where my eyes are open only to the outrageous blessings of another day.
How, when, and where do you dream best?