Last night, I asked the Lord what his pleasure was. Immediately, I saw myself standing in a forest, it’s floor covered in thick fog. The sky was a dark grey void, swallowing light and sound. Above me something like a huge cloak opened. When I looked up into it, the fabric shimmered with all the stars of heaven.
The scene shifted to a place I knew. It was a lush glen in Lewis Morris Park (NJ), through which the Seven Bridges Trail snaked before it was rerouted. The scene was from the South looking North, standing just in front of a swampy basin where the grass by the stream stacked up in hillocks.
I was unsure of the meaning of these two scenes, but they came with a warm quickening in my mid back to the right (usually meaning something like the re-assurance of righteousness). I’m still a little clouded on the meaning, but as I’ve meditated on it, I was reminded to the following verses from Psalm 104:
Bless the LORD, O my soul!
O LORD my God, you are very great!
You are clothed with splendor and majesty, covering yourself with light as with a garment, stretching out the heavens like a tent….
….You make springs gush forth in the valleys;
they flow between the hills;
they give drink to every beast of the field;
the wild donkeys quench their thirst.
Beside them the birds of the heavens dwell;
they sing among the branches.
From your lofty abode you water the mountains;
the earth is satisfied with the fruit of your work. [vs 1, 2, 10-13 ESV]