So, I wrote this post and then I went to assign it to a category, and wanted to assign it to multiple categories, but to do so it needed a pop up window. But pop up windows were blocked, so this little thing said to temporarily allow pop up windows I needed to "click here." So I did. Which refreshed the page. And completely erased my post. So I'm going to write it again. Bleh.
I had a dream last night that I took a new call at a different church. It was a smaller church in a smaller town, but for some reason I was still the associate pastor. I don't remember many details about the church building itself, but I do remember that it was similar to the first church I remember attending as a child which was a smaller church in a town of 300 people where my dad was the pastor.
I remember there being a big celebration surrounding my installation, people seemed really, really excited to have me there. After the service, I was taking some friends and family to see my office. It was in the basement of the church, in a small room with exposed pipes and old, fake wood panelling on the sides. I remember explaining that it was much smaller than the office I had at my last church, and it wasn't as nice as that office had been, but the thing I really liked about this office was the bookshelves! There were TWO WHOLE WALLS of bookshelves! I remember pointing this out several different times.
At some point the senior pastor came in to the office to say hello. He was a distinguished looking older man, with glasses and salt-and-pepper hair. He was friendly and outgoing, with a loud and gregarious laugh. He shared with my friends and family that the church was extremely glad to have me and he was excited at the opportunity to be my colleague. I remember liking him. A lot.
Throughout the whole dream, I remember having this warm, happy feeling. I remember being excited to be at this church, excited to work with that senior pastor, and really excited about having bookshelves in my office. When I woke up, and realized that I wasn't at that church, I remember feeling disappointed. Not because I don't want to be where I am now, but just because that had been such a good dream and left me feeling so good, that I wished I could have stayed there.
So that was my dream that I had last night. I'm not entirely sure what it means. If anything.