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“Last night I had a dream.”

Mhmhm. Sounds like a mix between Martin Luther King Jr. and Pharaoh who asked Joseph interpret his dream. Nonetheless, it happens to be one of my most commonly said morning phrases. My family of mine—what fascinating stories they hear from me. I have vivid dreams at night.

But my dream from last night wasn’t fascinating. A friend, whom I haven’t seen for almost a year, stood in the kitchen. I don’t know why he was there. I suppose we were cutting brownies or something; I leaned over and whispered through the noise of dirty dishes clanging in the background, “How are you?” Our heads went together as he told me about his mom. “She’s really really sick again.” I stood aghast and sobered as he told me he figured on a funeral soon. He spoke of the obituary. He was broken. I raised above a whisper, “You shouldn’t be talking about a funeral! For goodness. Have hope!” His eyes rebuked me. I knew I’d just spoken a platitude, and it had come down hard on his hurt as such. “I..umm.,” I stuttered. He spoke, “wrong?” “Yeah, I was wrong.”

I don’t remember much more. But when I awoke, I remembered what I wrote above. I became flooded with similar scenarios–ones in my life for real. Yesterday evening at church, I witnessed eyes that portrayed the soul of a hurting girl. She lost her mom almost 6 months ago. I wondered about the kid on my volleyball team; I’d been informed a few weeks ago that his mom was struggling, and struggling hard against breast cancer. Then there was my committee leader from TeenPact…last that I had heard, his mom was fighting cancer on the losing side. I prayed for them all. And I pray that my dream was only that: a dream. A spin of fiction, portrayed so vividly only to remind me of those that are facing the departure of their mom. May God give me words of truth and grace to speak when my dream is a present reality. When hard times come those around me, I don’t want to attempt to give hope by offering a heartless platitude. I want to bring hope by showing love and understanding and Jesus Christ. Pray for Mercy, who already said the last earthly goodbye to her mom. Pray for Jason, and Travis, for Peter. And pray for their moms.

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