Two days ago, I had a short dream. It could be for you. I was in an apartment somewhere in New York. A tenement building was across the street and there were about six to ten people hanging out in front of the building; New York style, for sure.
Some type of conversation was going on in our apartment, when my Uncle Joey walked in. He said, “Wait, what?!” “You’re saying my father lives across the street?” “The one I haven’t seen in twenty years?” Whoever was with me, joined me in saying, “Yes, he is.” “Well, I’m going across the street to tell him that I’m his son,” Joey said. Somehow, as he made his way down the stairs and across the street, someone rang the bell to the man across the street. He came out, looked around, saw no one he knew, and before Joey arrived, he went back inside.
Joey returned determined to try again. As he headed down, the same thing happened again. On his third attempt, no one rang the bell before he arrived. As he was nearing the building, I woke up. The Lord impressed upon me that this dream is for someone out there. Maybe it’s your dad, uncle, granddad, grandma, etc. Maybe it’s just God, the Father who’s waiting for your return. My uncle didn’t say he was going to swing his arms in the air and tell him, “Yo, where have you been for the past 20 years of my life, huh?” Nope. He said he’d tell him he was his son.
It may be time to come home-not to an abusive relationship; no way. But to people who love you and miss you. Maybe you’ve fallen away from God. Maybe you haven’t heard from Him in years. He hasn’t moved. His address is still the same: HEAVEN. His ear is still attentive to our cries. Today, let Him know you love Him and want to come home. I hope you find your Father, throw your arms around Him, and return to His home. Dreams can become a long-term reality.
Happy Father’s Day!
Sam