The Dungeon of My Thoughts

I once dreamed Rachelle and I were having a large party at our home during the Christmas season. There were too many people to sit at our long dining room table, so we put all the food on the table and let everyone fill their plate,(buffet style)and sit anywhere they felt most comfortable in any room of the house.

We had invited a lot of men who I worked with, along with their wives. They filled the living room, den, and our large patio where we had a warm fire with many chairs surrounding it. So many of them came, some overflowed into the bedrooms. Upstairs, in the loft, I noticed all our adult kids and their spouses congregated and were watching tv as they ate.

Everyone seemed content in the space they chose.

But Rachelle asked me if I knew of any other folding chairs we could put out because too many people had to eat standing up. I had put out ALL the ones we normally used, but remembered maybe there were a few more in the closet under the steps. When I opened and turned on the light, I noticed 4 more folding chairs way in the back. I had to push aside a bunch of clutter, and get on my hands and knees, because of being under the steps. When I reached the chairs I noticed a small area with a single child’s seat was placed neatly against the wall. I first thought, “One of the grandkids must have made a hiding place fort. I better remind Rachelle this isn’t a safe place for a child to play.” But as I grabbed the chairs and struggled to turn and crawl out…I heard another thought.

“This is the only room you’ve made for Me in your Life.” I knew His Voice, and I knew exactly what He meant, because I had read the scripture the morning before.

Psalm 10:4 “In all his pride, the wicked man does not seek God. In ALL his thoughts…there is no room for God.”

And I awoke.

That morning, and every morning since…the room under the steps has reminded me of this dream.

And I’ve changed…The Dungeon of My Thoughts.