Today I was awoken in a startling way. No it wasn't by some outside force or by the dream where you are falling into a pit of darkness searching for something to grasp onto as you imagine where the tunnel might end. But at the same time it was a dream of falling into a dark pit of despair and never-ending tunnel, yet I had something to grasp onto. A way to pull myself out.
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Last night I dreamed of my friends, a happy little dream, the weather was perfect as a cloudless horizon stretched out above me and dew-soaked grass lay beneath my feet. I was happy, we were happy, life was perfect. But for some reason, among all this beauty and perfection, I found myself growing anxious. I was worried about changing my outfit. A trifle, girly matter, but for me in the dream it was of grave importance. My friend told me that my outfit was fine, beautiful in fact, and he encouraged others to chime in. They did. And told me that my outfit didn't matter as we were all together and enjoying the glorious day. 
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For some reason, I still did not believe them. And so kind words continued to pour in. Beginning to realize that my outfit did not matter, I smiled, until my friend turned sharply to face me and I was met with a conviction. 
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What are you doing to glorify God? In all that is surrounding you, why does your outfit matter? Why do material things matter? What better can you do if you have one a better outfit? Tell me. What good is it for God?
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Mouthing words, I could not make them audible.
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We cannot leave until you tell me what you have done for Him lately.
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Suddenly, we are in a car heading toward a thunderstorm as I find myself searching for what I have done for Him who has done so much for me. He who has given me more than I can humanly fathom, yet I can't explode with good deeds in his name. I manage to mumble a few acts as I am met by the warm embrace of my friend.
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I just wanted to put things in perspective for you. I am proud of you and with our help you will continue to glorify Him. Now let's enjoy this day.

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Startled, I awoke from my slumber. Still trembling, my mind zooming in a million different places.
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I leave the comforts of my bed and prepare for the day, still thinking about this conviction, this conviction of my dreams that was all too real and unlike any other I have experienced. Even now, as I write this memory, I am reminded that it is all too easy to become preoccupied. To wander aimlessly until you fall into that pit of darkness, scrambling for a handhold, for a way out. But there is always a way to awaken from the dream of falling as long as you continue to search for it.