Those words echoed in my head as I woke up on that crisp, clear New England fall morning in 1987.
Who’s speaking to me?
Who’s calling my name, and just what IS it, that I will be thankful for?
I woke up very early that morning, at 5:30 am, hearing my name being called somewhere in the background, somewhere in the distance, by an audible voice that was familiar, but at the same time, not so familiar.
Am I dreaming?
Am I still asleep?
Is someone else in my bedroom besides me and my husband?
Is someone playing a joke on me?
Odd questions to be asking, for sure.
And funny, I’ve never called myself by my name in any dream I can ever remember having, in the 36 years that I’d been alive. And if I ever did,
I certainly wouldn’t need to repeat myself, to myself and say my name twice, just to get my own attention.
That made no sense at all to me.
So what’s going on??!
And what kind of a thing is that to say to me?
Of course I was thankful. My life at that point was going fantastically. From outward appearances, you could even say our lives were perfect!
I had it ALL.
Life was good … we were livin’ the dream!
The truth was, we really were living the dream.
Taken from Soulful Living: Listening to the Wisdom of Your Soul