Bucket of Cardboard Stars

I need to write this down before I forget it. It is something that I think I need to dwell on a bit more because even if it wasn't the Lord's speaking to my heart, it had a message that I really need to ponder.

On Wednesday night, I had a dream.

It was cold outside. It was snowing. I'm not sure where we were but something terrible was happening and thus most of the town was gathered together at a local grocery store. I wasn't real involved in the debating but something was wrong and thus the appropriate response action was being discussed. I remember feeling quite childish and at the grocery store, I unpacked my little tin bucket. It was filled with cardboard stars about three inches wide maybe four. They were all different shapes and colors. I repacked them gently. I took great care in putting one on top of the other within in my colorful bucket. Then I put the top on and the scene switched.

We moved to a house. Things started disappearing. Furniture, appliances, built-in units. The spackling on the walls disappeared and then the dry wall. Then insulation. Pieces of the roof disintegrated and it was cold. We tried to move to a safer place within the home of sorts but such a place could not be found. We were climbing up some stairs that were simply wood. I was left behind with a few others because I was unable to climb the stairs.

I panicked a lot because somehow I knew that everything would disappear eventually except my little tin of stars. I wasn't worried about that leaving. It was all that was left.