Dear God,

I don’t want to dream about crazy stuff, the stuff that makes no sense.

I want to see your face.

I want to dream about all that you’ve done for me,

all that you do for me,

all the plans you’ve got in store for me.

I want to dream about running in the fields and laughing with you,

laying on the ground and looking up at the clouds with you,

and the stars at night too. 

I want to ask how you do all that, and in my dream, you show me.

In my dreams, I want to hike with you to beautiful peaks

and dance with you on the mountaintop like a child,

and it will be glorious like a dream coming true.

Maybe I can dream about us walking on the shore of the ocean

and we can splash in the waves and you can tell me about

all those creatures out there that scare me so I won’t be scared anymore.

And sing, Lord, I can’t sing a drop in the bucket in real life,

but in my dreams, my drop in a bucket is good, will you sing with me? 

We can sing out loud and laugh after.

I really want to dream about all the questions I’d ask you

and watching you shake your head which makes me chuckle,

and you chuckle,

wondering why I’m asking,

but then give me all the answers.

I want to see your front porch in my dreams,

and you and I are sitting on it, rocking, quietly,

just being still and taking it all in. 

Now that would be a dream.

And maybe one day, I’ll wake up,

and realize none of it was a dream at all. 

It was real, it was you, it was me, and there we are,

doing all those things I dreamed of dreaming about.

jcg