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Name: Dominic
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Birthday: 8/29/1987
Gender: Male
Interests: Juggling, reading the dictionary, making people laugh, writing obtuse dissertations on various esoteric themes.
Expertise: See interests...
Occupation: Life long student (aka I don't
Industry: Staying Alive
Message: message me
Member Since:
3/14/2006
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| Now...the processing of such a vision/dream.
I know God didn't give me any details for a reason. If He had, for example, let me see a woman with brown hair, then I'd be wondering if each and every girl I met with brown hair was "the one"....no. God is much smarter than that. Go figure.
I would be lying if I told you I don't think about it often.
I have.
When I was approximately 8 or 9 years old (I think), I realized that being married meant more than just taking care of kids. It meant a whole lot more. Since then, I've longed, desired, dreamed of getting married. I'm afraid I've spent way too much time thinking about it.
So, I have often asked God if I've met this vision girl. When can I meet this dream girl. He hasn't answered.
At least, not the way I was hoping...
Not that it was bad.
I was walking along, just under a train bridge, asking God about her, once again, as my heart was aching for her. Then God asked me a question. A question that almost hurt. A question I would never have wanted to consider. God, being God, asked me anyway.
"What if that woman was my church? My bride? What if that passionate affection you felt was for my bride?"
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I...she...has God called me to a life of loving his church and not a single woman?
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Today's Thought: Never be so attached to your plans that you won't let God step in and take over...He's always got something up His sleeve...and it's always better than your precious plan.
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| Picking up from where I left off....
I shall now attempt to describe my second dream/vision thingy, and the emotions that came with it.
From all that I can remember, everything was black, then, as if someone hit play, a figure appeared.
It was a reverse silhouette. Standing there, against the dark nothing surrounding her, was the outline of a woman. She had her head thrown back, and her arms raised in worship. She could have been singing, she could have been praying. I only know she was praising God. Light began pouring out of her; a white light. All colors of the rainbow were present, as though I were looking through a spectroscope. So beautiful...
This is what I saw...
What I understood, and felt, are immensely more important. At least to me...
First, I understood that she was beautiful. Even without visible detail, I knew.
Second, I understood that her beauty didn't come from her physical form.
Third, I understood that she was beautiful because her attention was fully on God.
His glory made her...breathtakingly gorgeous.
Fourth, I understood I loved her. Painfully. An aching, yearning, longing to hold her. To protect her. To tell her how wonderful she is. To spend the rest of my life with her. I wanted to give my entire self to her, binding myself to her. My God, my heart is wrung out with a passionate desire....
I have never...ever felt such a passion in my waking life. Almost once...but not quite. Honestly, I've prayed over and over that God would give me the dream again...merely so I could feel that passion again...what lingers in my heart is merely the memory; a ghost of the fire I felt.
...writing about it has brought it all back so vividly.
Next time, I'll share some of how the dream/vision has affected me...that is, my conversations with God concerning it....concerning her...concerning my wife.
Today's thought: Romans 1 talks of no man having an excuse as to the existence of God. On a cool autumn day, with colored leaves all around, and the setting sun in the trees, I cannot help but agree. This day has been stunning. God, you are the Artist.
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| I've been told that when I let my fingers wander on about the things I've been learning or observing, I end up offering too large a chunk of reading for most people to take at a time.
So, I'm goint to attempt a series of log entries that offer a small portion of the overall growth in my mind over the past few months. I will also include what I've been thinking about during the past day or two, if there is anything.
To begin...
In my life, God has given me two distinct...visions, I'll call them. The first occured as I was drifting off to sleep. It concerned someone very dear to me, particularly about their own growth, and as such, I'll keep that one to myself (having already shared it with them in a letter). The second one has much to do with my recent learning curve. I had been asleep for several hours, when I suddenly woke into complete conciousness, experiencing incredibly strong emotions from the "dream" I'd just had. It concerned who I believe to be my future wife.
I'll note here that the reason I can differentiate these two instances from my usual dreams was the setting. Normally, my dreams include fully detailed worlds/realities (however unreal they may be). These visions started in total blackness. The background remained in complete darkness, causing all of my focus to be on the figures right in front of me. In both visions, there was visually little detail. Just white, three dimensional figures in an empty space. Yet what I understood from these scenes was quite long and detailed. And have made a great impact on me.
This is the set up for you all. I'll continue on later (either this evening or tomorrow...or maybe in a few days), explaining what I saw and understood of the second vision.
-Dom
Wrestling thought: I seem to be interacting with several people who insist on interrupting what I'm saying. It makes conversation incredibly difficult. For the most part, I just let them get on with what they are saying, but being so easily distractable, I have to focus on remembering what it is I was going to say, especially if it was important to the conversation or topic at hand. Sigh...maybe I just need the practice at remember what it is I'm talking about...
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| Word: feazings (FEE-zingz) n, an unraveled portion at the end of a rope
Short Story: "Like Two Ships" by Chris Macy
He entered the elevator.
"Ground floor, please," he said.
He sounds nice, she thought, but
he wouldn't notice me.
He noticed. He noticed her standing
there, eyes straight ahead. But he
didn't blame her.
Nice perfume, he thought as they
parted, he lightly stroking his
disfigured face, she counting
the steps to the waiting van.
Random: In Athens, Greece, a driver's license can be taken away by law if the driver is deemed either "unbathed" or "poorly dressed." - The Book of Useless Information, An Official Publication of the Useless Information Society.
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| Hello world. I doubt, now, that any still even check to see if my xanga has been updated...
That aside, I shall still post little thoughts now and then, yeah? Things are always occurring to me; an excellent habit, in such a case, would be some method of recording said thoughts (though the thoughts may not always have been said).
So here's to the first internet pseudo-social scene I ever discovered!
Xanga, I'm here for you!
-Dom
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