I'm not one of those types of people who remember their dreams. But two nights ago I had a dream that woke me up. Not physically ~ but spiritually.
In my dream there was a young boy who had a grossly disfigured face. The type of disfiguration that causes you to turn your head in horror.
It turns out that the disfigured boy was my own son. Not one of my three sons, but my son nonetheless.
As I looked at this child's horribly disfigured face, my heart was moved with compassion. Why? I was deeply affected by the pain my son was experiencing as a result of seeing himself as damaged and unlovable. Though I was still dreaming, I actually began to cry.
So I asked my son, "Do you want me to make it better?" He slowly lifted his eyes to meet mine, then tears began to stream down both sides of his face as he silently nodded up and down. His tears were accompanied by cries that came from deep within...I heard his wounded soul crying.
Then, through his cries he said, "But you're so busy." In that moment I thought to myself, "I would do anything, go to any length, and pay any price to take my son's pain onto myself and cause him to feel my love and see himself the way I do."
Then it hit me. If I, being a sinful and self-centered person, can be moved with compassion by the pain of my own son ~ how much more, God. I was awakened to the tenderness, compassion and love that God has for me...by a dream.
Though sin has disfigured my soul and caused me to see God and myself in a distorted way, Jesus came to pay sin's price and to wake me up to experience the compassion and tenderness of God. God is waking me up to see Him ~ and myself ~ the same way that He does.
God is the God of compassion - Psalm 86:15 > Isaiah 30:18 > Matthew 9:35-37
God is the God of tenderness - Psalm 103:13 > Lam 3:22-23 > Zeph 3:17
God is the God of love - Psalm 86:5 > Romans 5:8 > John 3:16
It turns out that my dream woke me up to God's dream. God dreams of me seeing Him as compassionate, tender, and loving ~ so much so that it causes me to see myself through His eyes.
As I lay there in bed with tears streaming down my face, I couldn't help but pray, "God, please don't let me fall asleep to You again!"