My wife and kids were out of the house and I had gone to bed early. It had been a long day. As I laid my head on the pillow an image came to mind. A strong, attractive man, half dressed, was leaning back in a chair facing me. I felt he was inviting me towards him.
“Argh,” I thought. “I just want to go to sleep. Now I’m gonna have to fight off this image.”
But I decided I wasn’t going to let that image determine my night. I considered how I might counsel a client and a question came to mind: “How is this man like me?”
He was strong. Me too. I recalled the strength it took to share my SSA and abuse story on the internet and the impact that act of courage has had. What a gift.
He was attractive. Me too. I care for my body, walk with confidence, and bring positive energy to the room. I’m a good steward of the talents and identity God has given me.
He was inviting. So am I. I invite men to share their stories with me – their pain, challenges, and dreams. It’s a blessing.
I looked back on my day. I saw that I had not felt strong, attractive, or inviting. I reflected on what was true about me.
This annoying man who showed up in my mind became a reminder to me of my character, intention, and identity. I was grateful. I let out a healing sigh and fell asleep.
We get to decide what things mean. I had labeled this man as an annoyance. God used him as a blessing.