It’s Time to Open the Attic Door by lanadee

My reoccurring Dream

PROLOGUE

I never liked the attic. It was unfinished, small, dark and dirty.  There were two open areas and one room with a door at the end of the hall. The slanted wooden walls were uninsulated, and the attic was cold. The only heat came from the floor below and what could drift up the stairs when the door was left open. It was as barren a place as any attic could be.  I would venture up the steep narrow steps occasionally to see my brothers who slept there.  A small door in the back wall led to the space my father used for storage.

A short time before I left home for good, I had a dream.  I dreamt that I was in the attic.  I
opened the small door and to my surprise; I entered a completely different house.  It was filled with beautiful things and expensive furniture.  I was so excited! Somehow, I knew that everything I saw belonged to me. I slowly opened a drawer on the dresser but  before
I could see the contents, I woke up.

I had this same dream over and over for years. The location was different, but the theme was the same. The building and everything in it belonged to me but I would awake before I could see the contents.  It drove me crazy! I tried for years to understand the meaning of this dream.

Many years later I dreamed yet another dream. I opened that attic door once again and
finally understood what the Lord was trying to show me.

These are my memories

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About lanadee

How to get through life with a smile on your face and hope in your heart. There is a better way, through a relationship with Jesus Christ. I am a wife, mother, grandmother and a believer in the Lord, Jesus. Do you have a problem or need someone to talk to? Write me at: dearlanadee@gmail.com
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