This Beginning of Miracles

"He sendeth His springs into the valleys, which run among the hills." (Psalm 104:10)

This town is big enough for the two of us

I turn thirty tomorrow. I dreamed last night I was walking along a portico overlooking a waterway that cut through the midtown section of a large city. The air of the dream was one of afternoon laziness and all about the place was a feeling of abandon. Like, I didn't know what I was doing there and there was no one else around to talk to. With the exception of the entity telling me to cross the river (come to think of it, there wasn't much water running through), the city was empty. It felt strange as the sun went down. I was told that I was crossing over and would get to tour Bob Ross' studio though he wouldn't be there to give me a painting lesson. Oh well. I still held high hopes for the prospect of expedition and adventure on the other side of the fledgling waterway. And just because I was given a few guidelines as to what was going on ("happy little trees") didn't mean the whole city didn't invite the aforementioned exploration.

"When the ruler of the feast had tasted the water that was made wine, and knew not whence it was: (but the servants which drew the water knew:) the governor of the feast called the bridegroom, And saith unto Him, Every man at the beginning doth set forth good wine; and when men have well drunk, then that which is worse: but Thou hast kept the good wine until now. This beginning of miracles did Jesus in Cana..." (John 2:9-11a)

A day, a decade 

I'm not sure what to think. I know God has always spoken to me in dreams and I sense a kernel of excitement at what thirty might hold. But it's more than that. While I believe Christ had a tighter rein on His life and parsed-out-time, if that makes sense, I can't help but look with wonder at what thirty holds--for me. Tomorrow's just a day. Yes, it's my thirtieth birthday and my good friend and I aim to go to a little Japanese teppanyaki restaurant in town (my side)--nothin' fancy. But it's more about the decade ahead. I wrapped my mind around "30" shortly after I hit 29. So it's really no big deal. Now it's more about the output. What do I want God to do for me now? What do I want to affect for Him? The sky's the limit, I just have to cross that river when I get there. Oh, I feel that more water's coming. If I had two cents on the dream, that's what I'd say is the implication.

"They give drink to every beast of the field: the wild asses quench their thirst. By them shall the fowls of the heaven have their habitation, which sing among the branches. He watereth the hills from His chambers: the earth is satisfied with the fruit of Thy works." (Psalm 104:11-13)


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