01/28/04 In the Arms of a Cranky Bride ©All Rights Reserved. I worked long hours yesterday and last night. I came home and went to sleep. Before I awoke, here is what I dreamed: I was in a church building with many congregations gathered together to worship the Lord. The music was led by Pastor Paul. Paul had selected a new song, but when he gave the instruction for Sister Mildred to give the music to the musicians, she apparently gave them the wrong song. Pastor Paul was irritated as he tried to sing a song he did not know. Dennis was playing an instrument and was irritated since no one was playing along properly. I was on a piano in the back of the church trying to pick out the song they were playing. The sheet music was in front of me. Pastor Paul came and got it so he could sing the right song. Imagine every musician and singer singing a different song or chords. Every time I plucked the keys of the piano, it was it strange contrast to what the musicians were doing so I got irritated and quit. I went to sit on the front row. There were women dressed it very fancy, sleek gowns with tassels hanging from them. They were called worshipers but they weren't moving out into the dance because they were agitated by the irritated musicians and singers. I could see another congregation doing their own thing toward the stage of the church. They wanted to worship but the unmoving dancers and irritated musicians and singers kept the congregation form worshiping. Everyone wanted to really worship but nothing was going the way they had expected. In my dream, everyone was trying not to be offended at the others because they knew it wasn't right, but the irritation was hard to resist. With their efforts focused on not being offended, no one worshiped. Their resist mode was up so high that nothing could affect them. Pastor Jones sat in the congregation wondering, "What's going wrong? Worship! Worship!" The fresh Word he had was about to be robbed because the hearts would not receive it. He had a Word from God. Dennis woke me up and before I opened my eyes the following words came to me: 'In the arms of a Cranky Bride.' The Word says that it is better to dwell on the rooftop then in a house with a contentious bride. A husband can't hold, cuddle, love, comfort, exhort or be intimate with a cranky bride. She won't let him. She bristles at his every move. She's still married to him but she makes it so that he doesn't want to come near her. He might even feel rejected because the very thing he wants to give her would calm her heart if she only knew the value of his attention and love. 9/2/06 WOW! I didn't remember writing this one either. WOW! That's all I can say. "Lord, help me to not be a cranky bride. I want to grasp hold of you and I want you to move in me. Please help me to look past those things that irritate and hinder me and look to you."