For decades I’d been struggling against a habit. I’d tried to stop and had intermittent success… Which is another way to say, I’d failed.
No doubt you’re curious what my habit was. If I tell you, and it’s not something with which you struggle, you might think my experience doesn’t apply to you.
Was my habit legal? Yeah. Do other people do it? Sure. So, why was it a problem?
I was investing an inordinate amount of time, thought, money and importance to the habit. Occasionally I’d treated loved ones poorly in order to make sure nothing kept me away from indulging. Is that bondage? Yup.
Then one morning before I woke up, I saw an image of Jesus. He didn’t say a word. He was smiling at me. We experienced a mutual delight. In my dream, I thought, “Oh, this means I’m not a slave to that habit anymore.”
I awoke. The dream-thought was truth.
