Lambie
- by L.A. Law
- Posted on October 12, 2016
Choir voices had finished singing and their echo could be heard, dissipating through the empty hallways. It smelled of the rich oak wood the walls and doors were made of. It was a cozy place, full of love and rich with spirituality. I had forgotten that a “church” could feel this way. This place lacked the harsh judgement and stringent rules that so many in the ecclesial community contained.
I wasn’t alone. There were others there. And there was a leader of sorts, a communal leader to help guide. We were welcome to roam freely. I was appreciating the aesthetics of the construction of the seating made of fine wood grain. Simple but rich in tone. Not ornate like a Victorian style and more intricate then Mission style.
Lounging in a round chair, I looked around at the motif and it reminded me of Easter. I said all you need is a little lambie. The communal leader said to look below my right hand which was dangling over the side of the chair. On the floor beneath my hand were three baby lambies. They climbed up in the chair with me and so soft and cuddly, they cuddled me to sleep. It was the coziest comforting sleep you can imagine. I awoke refreshed and the communal leader walked me home.
I awoke for real now, clutching Brownie, my teddy. This was the kind of dream that hugs your heart and makes you feel whole, refreshed. The details imprinted in my brain, I could not stop thinking of those three lambies. Then I remembered my friend shared with me how her son received a stuffed Lambie as a gift when he was born and he loved it so much he still has it as a teenager. I guess a Lambie really does bring comfort to babies, teens and adults.
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Choir voices had finished singing and their echo could be heard, dissipating through the empty hallways. It smelled of the rich oak wood the walls and doors were made of. It was a cozy place, full of love and rich with spirituality. I had forgotten that a “church” could feel this way. This place lacked…