Rain

It's raining outside this morning. As I look out my window, I hear the tires shushing on the wet roads, hitting puddles. I think to myself it looks like Vancouver, except dirtyer. Now all the filth from months of sand trucks and salt is all bare. The ice is gone for the most part, and the garbage is left. Dirty streets, dirty windows, dirty everything. The rain is welcome, as it washes away the crud. It signifies to me that winter has lost her hold. She is dying and gone. Rain means new life. The grass will be green soon. The town will be alive again. I look forward to walking around at the forks, where the Assinaboine River pours into the Red River. I wonder if it will flood again this year? They say it wont, but then "They" have been wrong before. In fact I think that's what I will do this morning. I think I will go down to the Forks.

Anastasis: Resurection

I'm a sailor. I just know it. I feel it. I even sing it. This morning just before I woke up, I had a dream. I had been in an underground coal mine, forced into labour for some time, digging for some kind of treasure but under the watch of some oppressors. Then they went out for something and I and the few people I was with (I don't remember who they were) saw a crack of light and we knew we were near somewhere we could maybe get out. After some digging, and fear the mine might collapse, we got out, and then the scene changed. We were then on the Anastasis, which is a hospital ship run by Mercy Ships, a christian organization I used to volunteer with. The name Anastasis is Greek for Resurection. We were somewhere in or near Wales, UK. I was directly aft of the foc'sle and looking forward. The sun was shining bright and warm. We were underway, and the breeze was in my face as I faced forward. As I looked around the foc'sle deck (forward mooring and anchoring deck, foremost open deck on a ship) The paint was just glistening on everything, grey decks, white bulwarks, red firefighting hose station, black windlass, blue water tank vents, polished brass bell, It was all just so beautifull. As I stood there, facing forward, the breeze in my face, the warm sun, blue water, we were passing some rocky evergreen covered islands, I just remember thinking that I couldn't be happier. This was what I was made for. I'm a sailor. I need to be at Sea. The dream ended with that feeling as I think my alarm clock went off, but I sat there on the edge of my bed, eyes still groggy, with just that real joy in my heart that I had felt there on deck of that ship. I have a sense that the dream represents that I have been toiling away here, working for other people, but the chapter will be changing soon and a new season coming. I think the fact that I was on the Anastasis represents the resurrection of the dream that has been in my heart just about all my life to be at sea. God has put these desires in my heart, and I believe He wants to bless them. He has put many desires in my heart, and I know that they are there for a purpose, and He desires to bless His children.