A Short Dream

I dozed off in the HBOT tube for a moment. I dreamed I died. Jesus was with me. I was in a huge field of little yellow flowers. I lay down in the flowers because I was tired of the fight. The air was new air, you know - morning air. The flowers smelled sweet. I was very comfortable and content. Later that evening as I lay in bed, napping at home, the following came to me:

I have known and been blessed by the Son.
I have felt the love and grace of the Father.
And I know for me the best is yet to come.

Yet, each day I struggle with focusing on what I have and being thankful rather than whining about what I don’t have. I suppose a little unrest about what I don't have keeps me from settling and keeps me reaching for more.