A Midsummer Night’s Dream

It is barely summer, though the modest heat wave we are experiencing would belie that statement. Yet, while my fevered dreams did not have anything to do with love triangles and fairies, they did have a lot to do with work triangles and mischievous documentation sprites. It is a sad thing that when you finally get a chance to get a good 10 hours of sleep it is still filled with work, work, and more work, oh and bikers at a formal play (they were all dressed in their best leathers) about how God rules the world (I am still trying to figure that little digression out).

They say the sleep that occurs after 6-7 hours is the important part where your brain works out all of the stresses and strains of life. Well here’s hoping that everything found its proper place and that the bikers learned who the true Lord of Lords really is.

One disadvantage of not blogging for a long time is that when you finally do sit down to write you discover that you have lost your rhythm. In addition, there are a million things to say and you find it hard to focus on one or two or even three or four.

I have this sense that there is an undercurrent of events about to show itself in a distinct shape, but its form is just outside the edges of my vision. It is like one of those pictures that were popular a few years ago that at first glance you see nothing but a lot of random dots and such on the page, but if you look at it just right and convince your brain to cooperate, a picture appears. Sometimes you only see it for a second or two and sometimes you can hold it for a long time. Well I only see it for a millisecond or two, but I know something is beginning to show itself in the events of our day and hopefully I can get a clearer view of it.

What this is about, at the moment I am not sure. That something is slouching “towards Bethlehem to be born” as William Yeats said, is possible, but I just don’t know. Where in the great reel my scene is coalescing, I am not sure. But something is trying to take shape in my mind. In due time, in due time.

That, at least for me, is one of the most important solaces of Christianity and calling Jesus Lord. Underneath it all, the work, the concerns, the imperfect visions, the hopes, the dreams, underneath everything, lays trust. I trust God to keep his Word, to be true to himself and in doing so, to be true to me. I am grounded in a fundamental trust that everything, absolutely everything, will work out for the best and nothing will or can separate me from the anchoring love of God in Christ Jesus. My salvation is held in the hands of my Lord who in turn is in the hands of the Most High.

So, what are the trials of a little hard work? Not much. All problems shrink in significance in the face of God and his eternal plan. That is not to say my tribulations are not important to my heavenly Father, they are. He will wipe every tear from my eyes, and he counts every hair on my head (though that is getting ever easier). But, I know that He will use each troublesome moment as a hammer strike on the forge on which he is fashioning my soul into the vessel He has designed me to be. Oak trees become oak trees. I will become what God has designed me to become.

So, I patiently (that for me is a victory) await the clarification of the thing that is trying to show itself to me. I am enjoying (if that is the right word) the work for what it is teaching me about myself and my limits as well as how it is helping me to grow my skills and round my rough edges. And I am enjoying just being here to be part of it all.

To God be the glory, great things he has done and continues to do, and in doing them he has remembered me, his insignificant servant. For that I am eternally grateful.

5 thoughts on “A Midsummer Night’s Dream

  1. So glad to see you back, Mr. Meisheid. Your site has been an inspiration for me over the past few months while God has been testing my faith and commitment. I’m filled with joy to know you are alright, if a little stressed.
    God bless you for what you do.

  2. Thank you for concerns and your prayers. It is wonderful to see the family of God at work so that Christians in far-flung places could share a concern for one small brother.

    Grace and peace to you all.

  3. William, I have found myself in a similar place, with similar trust and anticipation. I also have had that sensation of having a million things to write after a pause in blogging, and having no idea where to start. “Rhythm” is a good way of putting it. I sure hope God will grant you time to write as I have confidence He wants YOU, soldier! Thanks, once again, for giving clarity to my experience.

  4. Mr. Meisheid, as my grandmother used to say: ‘Wear this world like a loose garment!’. Peace and grace to you.

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