I was thinking this morning.... It's been 24 hours since I had this strange experience. I am still not sure if it was a dream, or an out-of-body encounter. It started like I was the main character in a movie shot at 24 frames per second (fps).
I saw my younger self dressed like a bling-bling American rapper adorned with a number of 24-carat gold chains. I was introduced to this damsel, who was about 24 years old.
We both walked before a podium with a man dressed in all white. Like in Revelation 4:4 there were 24 elders around the podium, all smiling at us. I was initially troubled in my subconscious, wondering if we were before the judgement seat.
While still wondering what was going on, the man raised a board with words written on them that I couldn't decode. The words had all 24 letters of the greek alphabet. At this point, it felt like I would need a Daniel for interpretation and construction. I was really confused.
Without saying a word, we were served freshly cooked rice garnished with avocado and served in clay pots. What is going on? I asked. Still no reply but another note that says rice and avocados have 24 pairs of chromosomes.
"We are not going to touch this food until I am told what's going on. Just make it make sense, please." I pleaded with a slightly raised voice. He smiled and answered in a soft tone, it's your 24th wedding anniversary also known as earthenware i.e. clay pots or glazed pottery.
Phew!!! It was a dream afterall.
And so, on this anniversary, my heart settles on this truth: Just like we each have 24 ribs protecting the heart and lungs, marriage, too, is a kind of ribcage—protecting dreams, shielding vulnerabilities, guarding the life we’re building.
After 24 years, I am grateful. Humbled. Hopeful. And ready for the chapters ahead.
Happy 24th anniversary to us.