An Invitation

I don't know how often God communicates with us through dreams, but I do believe that it still happens. It happened throughout the Bible and we have no reason to believe that God would not communicate with us in this way still today.

That being said, I don't often have dreams that I feel are from God. Last week I did. I have spent the last several days soaking up this dream, praying about it, talking about it, and living in response to what I believe is the most beautiful invitation any person could ever receive.

In this dream I walked into a dark room. The only thing I remember seeing in the room was a table. What made this table special was the person sitting at it. There were three chairs. Jesus sat in one of the chairs. He was clothed but covered in blood from the crucifixtion. Across from Him sat Mary Magdelene. Her long hair was wet with oil, used to wash the feet of Jesus. Her clothes were also covered in His blood, as a result of her embrace. It was an invitation for me to sit with them. Jesus was inviting me to the table. As I sat there with Him, I have never felt so loved. It was a love that brought me so much peace. I cannot even put words to the overwhelming feeling I had in that moment. It reminded me of the love I felt for our boys when I saw their faces for the first time. The only difference was that it was love TOWARDS me, not from me. It was perfect love. Perfect, peaceful, without condemnation, guilt or shame. No questions, no obligations, no pitty or judgment.
No expectations, no criticism. No pressure, anxiety or striving. Just perfect love.

We have all been given this same invitation. We are invited to the table. To love Jesus, to embrace Him, to adore Him. And what might be the most difficult of all, to receive His love and to live in response to it.

The GOD who created us all, came in the form of Jesus and invited us to adore Him. What a beautiful opportunity.