Two college friends showed up uninvited after my divorce six years ago. These guys were like brothers, friendly kin by choice to each other and to me. One held my hand while the other hugged me. Then I woke up.
It felt like a true visitation, this dream, not from them but from some other holy energy. The unspoken message louder than my fear of the unknown for a few precious minutes was that I was so very loved. That I would be okay. That my new life would carry me through a healing season while I felt bereft and alone.
In the words of St. Julian of Norwich:
All will be well, and all will be well, and all manner of things will be well.
I would have similar dreams for the next year, one every few months, starring different people known or unknown to me.
So much of what is happening around us is beyond human control, and there is a freedom in admitting, on an individual level, that we are not in charge of life’s unfolding. Quiet messages wait for our attention, threaded with benevolent – though sometimes fierce – reminders of all that we are prone to forget.
Whoever you are, whatever is happening, whatever difficulty you are walking through right now:
You are so very loved.