Got a wonderful gift from the Jarrett family when they returned from their Colorado Spring Break. Ashley shares that Mordecai picked it out and I’m in love. It’s a “dream box.” I know you’re asking, what is a “dream box” so let me share what I found on this practice. “The legend of the dream box suggests writing down your fondest dream, greatest desire, strongest wish on a small piece of paper and putting that paper in the dream box and placing it beside your bed. Every evening as you retire and every morning as you rise, hold your dream box and think on your dream, believing with all your heart that it is so. Legend has it, if done faithfully your dream will come true.”
Now, the Hubs had a look at the box and wondered if he was safe given some of my voiced concerns over the years. I assured him that such thoughts have never been part of my dream requests. But, I was going to have to think about what I wanted to place in the box. Interestingly enough, it was while I was sleeping that the idea came to me. And, I believe it is a dream many would love to see realized in their own lives. I speak of being “pain-free.”
I hope saying your dream out-loud is not like telling your birthday wish before blowing out your candles on the cake. You see, I have spent my entire 60 years dealing with one pain or another. To the casual observer, it certainly appears that all is well. Yes, I’m fat. Yes, the knees hurt. But, most do not know that since childhood I have endured a headache each and every day of my life. Some days are better than others. But, it is a daily journey of what “number on the pain scale am I experiencing.” I remember telling my mother “my head hurts” and being met with the reply “it’s all in your head.” Now, there’s an answer a child could wrap her aching, banging, squeezing, thumping head around. But, it taught me a lesson – suck it up and move on. So, I did and I have. Only as a heart-clutching Fred Sanford would decry describing the BIG ONE (in my case a migraine), would I take respite in the relief offered by quiet, darkness and medication.
Now, at 60, I’m finding other pains creeping up on me as well. I’m equally sure the Hubs is and has been dreaming of a new, younger and more mobile model. But, that’s an item for his dream box…I digress.
My whole point with this lengthy diatribe is that so many people are dealing with pain, most of it unseen and many times unnamed. Some of the pain is physical. Some of the pain is financial. And, some of the pain is mental. We have absolutely no idea what or how they cope with their pain. We can only offer a kind word, a kind deed and perhaps a moment of grace as we encounter folks in our daily lives. That’s what I’ll be asking for in my dream box… a few more pain free moments, days and weeks…not only myself, but for others in our troubled world. Now, not sure about you, but I’m thinking the less pain in the world the better.