I had a dream recently. Barry and I are on our boat, but we are "rafted" with another boat, tied side by side. The wind picks up and, being rafted, our boat starts swinging wildly -- dangerously -- spinning around in circles. We know what to do, and we agree: remove the rudder. So we do. Next scene: Roobie (our dog) is swimming toward us, but then I see something awful. She is sinking as she swims (she is submerged -- under the water -- she has no air)! Her strokes are steady and strong, but her eyes show that she knows she is in trouble. She is terrified, yet noble in persevering. She keeps paddling, sliding lower below the surface, but paddling still. It’s as if she knows her only hope is that I will realize what is happening and will reach her in time to save her life.
I suddenly discern what is happening to her and, somehow (I don’t know how) I reach her and, with unnatural strength, am able to pull her into the boat. Safely aboard, we discover the problem: the rudder we had thrown overboard had become entangled with her tail and was pulling her down. We get her extricated from the heavy rudder, and she goes into the cabin, down below. She is OK. We are OK.
Now that our lovely, sweet, brave, excellent dog is safely aboard, my husband and I know we need to re-attach the rudder. So we do. But we are no longer attached to another boat, so our vessel will be safe now, even if we swing. There was more in the dream, but that's all I can really remember. The remainder of it had something to do with Clare sending or lending boats and assistance from shore, but nothing was much help.
I think in the dream I am the dog. The message seems clear: Whitney, child, look at Me like Roobie looked at you in the dream. No matter what is pulling you down, fix your eyes on Me like Roobie did – and keep paddling! Picture how she paddled: steady, faithful, full of hope. It is a picture of how I want you to be even when you are frightened in the natural: enduring in faith, eyes on Me. I am to keep on paddling, my eyes on Him, my source, my hope.
P.S. This painting is by my pal, Claudia Wood Rahm, who entitled it Praise in the Storm. You can see more of her work on her Facebook page under the photos section.