My Dream

Written by Julie

On June 21, 2020

I had an interesting dream last night.

A man died; he was a great Christian guy, I guess, and there was quite a few people struggling to accept his death. These people were asked something like “What are your thoughts? How do you feel right now, in the face of this tragedy?” I don’t really remember their responses because I half woke up at that point; I kinda fell back asleep and was able to catch one woman’s words before I woke up again. She said, “I feel like I’m walking barefoot on sharp gravel.”

Ouch. I don’t know about you all, but I have pretty sensitive feet. Walking barefoot on gravel? That’s a slow, wincing-with-every-step process.

And life is like that sometimes. Painful. Slow. Wishing you had some protection. Wincing with every step. Looking forward to the end of this rough patch. Wondering why you have to “walk barefoot on gravel,” or why there’s “gravel” in the first place.

That wasn’t all the woman said, though. She said, “I feel like I’m walking barefoot on sharp gravel,” then added, “But God has taken off His shoes and is walking with me.”

Read those words again. “I feel like I’m walking barefoot on sharp gravel. But God has taken off His shoes and is walking with me.

I don’t know what you’re going through, what pain has happened or is happening in your life–but God does. He sees, He understands, and He’s walking with you. Barefoot. Over sharp gravel.

The Lord is near to the heartbroken…

Psalm 34:18 (AMP)
		
Julie

Julie

Hi, I'm Julie, a 17-year-old lover of books, music, and Jesus. I'm finishing up my junior year in high school (Abeka Academy) and have been blogging for two and a half years. I also co-publish a digital magazine called Priceless geared toward teen girls. My desire is to use my words to glorify my Saviour and to encourage you in your walk with God. I'd love to hear from you!

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Brenna
Brenna
1 year ago

That is so cool! God definitely feels our pain, and knows how we feel all the time. šŸ˜ƒšŸ¤—

Brenna
Brenna
1 year ago

Thanks for sharing this with me, Jules! šŸ˜Š

Shakira
Shakira
1 year ago

wow! that is an amazing dream Jules! that is definitly encouragingly cool! šŸ™‚ šŸ™‚