Reflective Thoughts by Chandra Adams

I lay still on my bed, my consciousness still hanging in that place between wakefulness and dreaming.  I was both an observer and participant in the surreal moment of this dream state. The feeling, ethereal. My thoughts and memory, clear.  In my dream, I looked back over the year and asked the Lord, “What is this?” A year of so much and so little. So much has happened and yet nothing has happened. He responded, “ It is as it was in the days of Noah, ” and I woke.  While not disturbed, neither was I at peace. I knew the matter warranted reflection. I grabbed a pen and pad and began to consider the words and parallels.  I began by copying Matthew 24:37-38, “But as the days of Noah were, so also will the coming of the Son of Man be. For as in the days before the flood, they were eating and drinking, marrying and giving in marriage, until the day…”   My pen continued across the paper. “We have seen and experienced a nationwide shut down. A global interruption of life as we knew it. While

A FISHING TALE OF ANOTHER KIND  And the Lord said, “Go up, for tomorrow I will deliver them into your hand.”  It had been some time since I had heard a direct word from God in my spirit. After all the prison doors had been shut for months, no sermons or teachings were required, and I found myself overly comfortable with my quiet time nuggets.  But this morning was different. Something was stirring. A curiosity of His thoughts towards His girls behind bars. So I asked. A rare occasion for me. Now don’t get twisted, it is simply my asking that is rare, not our fellowship. Years of singleness has made room for a level of intimacy not unlike an old married couple who finishes each other’s sentences.   My question, “What do you call them?” No doubt that may sound odd, but not to my tribe who recognize it as a constant before each outreach event. I want to know who is in the room. I want to know what themes are present. What pain will be confronted? I want to see them individually and collec