9 more minutes
These words still echo in my mind from my dream last night. My husband and I were walking a twisting trail over giant tree roots and gaping earthen holes. I was exhausted and he was ahead of me, and there were other people pressing me from behind. I paused on the trail, looked down at the tree root and thought, I just can’t go on. My husband said, “come on, it’s just 9 more minutes.”
So I googled number 9 in dreams, and lo and behold it means God, or eternity. But wait, it can also mean there’s trouble up ahead. Well, gee, which one is it? I’m thinking it’s about God again. Because in the dream, before we hiked the trail, we were in an open space where people were choosing spots to sit down, spreading picnic blankets and stuff. When we came to the first place, all the space was taken, so we kept going. Finally, there was some free ground and we began to look for an open area and then we realized this was a church’s reserved area. My brain quickly figured that these church people wouldn’t mind a bit if we joined them. So we did.
Or perhaps it’s the 9th commandment: Thou shalt not bear false witness to thy neighbor. I was thinking about the concept of lying yesterday. How some people get caught in a big lie and seem to feel terrible; or the same person gets caught in a little lie and they don’t even see it. I guess lying is a big deal to me. The little ones make you think there are bigger ones to come. Who we work with, how many lies they tell, big or little, is on my mind. Tree roots, strong. Walking difficult trails with a partner rooting me on. Landing right smack in the midst of a church when we weren’t even looking. And 9 more minutes.
God is just around the corner.
Or maybe I’m just dreamin’.
7:13:04 AM 
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