I was just resting my eyes

Have you ever noticed that the best types of friends are the ones that see you as better than you see yourself? There are people in my life that are consistently calling me out. Not like a hunter calls out his quarry. More like Jesus calling out Lazarus. It is as though the essence of my interactions with these certain people contains an activation signal. A signal aimed at me like a whistling arrow. A shot that could have hurt me, but I've begun to discern the difference. As I trace the direction of the shot, I am greeted by a knowing smile. I can't help but match that smile with my own.

I keep having this vision. It always comes up when I am feeling like I am not living up to my potential. Admittedly, it is the strongest when I have been caught taking a bit of a spiritual nap. In my minds eye, the scene unfolds. Ancient armies are mustering. I find myself flat on a small hill under a tree, arousing from a deep sleep. I will leave the description of witnessing God's Armed Forces on the move to someone more gifted with words. It isn't pretty, it is powerful. The urge fills me that waiting on a hill is not where I want to be. I see my place in the march, I hear the drums, and I feel the rhythm of Heaven reverberate in my chest. I am awake, and I know that I was created for THIS!

Now, do I trust... or do I ignore? The amazing thing is, I cannot forget.