Mountain Dream

One night the old man from the mountain dreamed a dream. The night was clear and cold. The moon was shining down bright on the house he had built with his own hands in the clearing in the woods dusted with early snow. He dreamt of his good wife who slept on the hill beneath the maple.

In his dream, they were checking into a hotel. They were obviously on a business trip, with others from their company milling around in the lobby. The man and his wife were carrying a case full of papers with the information of the people they were responsible to contact and care for. The wife, being world weary and bone tired, headed on up to their room. As she went up to rest, the case spilled, leaving the important papers they were carrying scattered on the floor. The others who were attending the business conference hardly noticed. No one stopped to help. No one else was concerned about the people and concerns represented by those spilled papers.

The man knelt, in his Sunday-go-to-meeting black leather vest and shined-up boots, realized it would fall to him to take care of this situation himself before he could join his wife. He gathered up the papers and noticed that there weren't too many. It wouldn't take him overly long to finish the work they had started. He sensed the importance of the task left to him to complete.

He awoke the next morning, the smoke of his woodfire purposefully curling up to the wide blue, his heart longing for heaven and home. The fire cracked. The leaves crunched. The snow sparkled. There was work left to do and he purposed in his heart to get it done.

Luke 21: 34-36
³⁴ “But take heed to yourselves, lest your hearts be weighed down with carousing, drunkenness, and cares of this life, and that Day come on you unexpectedly. ³⁵ For it will come as a snare on all those who dwell on the face of the whole earth. ³⁶ Watch therefore, and pray always that you may be counted worthy to escape all these things that will come to pass, and to stand before the Son of Man.”

 

Hebrews 1:12 

12 Wherefore seeing we also are compassed about with so great a cloud of witnesses, let us lay aside every weight, and the sin which doth so easily beset us, and let us run with patience the race that is set before us,

² Looking unto Jesus the author and finisher of our faith; who for the joy that was set before him endured the cross, despising the shame, and is set down at the right hand of the throne of God.

*where's your treasure?*
~Joce