Jeremiah 2:2

   Last night I dreamed I was a young prince. I was betrothed to a princess who was my equal, and I adored her. We were still very nearly children, and we played very often in the company of other children in a big tree house. We had a slumber party, and the next day my princess discovered a drawing on the floor. It was of two shields laying side by side. They were the crests of my house, and that of another girl! This other girl had drawn them there, to symbolize that we had lain with each other. When questioned about it she reinforced this lie, perhaps hoping I would believe it myself and turn to her. My princess however, was furious, she considered the very accusation as proof of guilt. I tried to remember what really happened but was unable to articulate a defense. My blundering only reinforced the seeming of my crime.
   I pleaded desperately but to no avail. After that, my princess tried to drive me to others, requesting that I escort her friends about the races, ignored me at parties. We lost contact.
   After years apart I heard rumor that she was engaged to another prince. I came to them to discover the engagement was a political affair, she was acting out of duty. I investigated her and the prince, and found no love between them, but neither did i find any thing to besmirch their character. I did not know how to proceed, the only hope I had was to make some grand gesture, a plea on behalf of my everlasting love. While still making a plan, I woke up.

   If this dream frustrates you at all, you can imagine how I felt. I wanted my prince vindicated, and my princess safe in my arms. This is the sort of dream a tragedy would be built upon.
   Now coincidentally, when I wrote this dream in my journal, I found that the previous entry from some days or weeks ago was this bible verse:

 Jeremiah 2:2

"Go and cry in the ears of Jerusalem saying

Thus sayeth the Lord:

I remember of you, the devotion of your youth

the love of your betrothals

when you went after me in the wilderness

in a land yet unsown."

I am comforted immensely by this. That the Lord is no stranger to this frustration, that my God has endured not only the tragic misunderstanding of a lover scorned like my dream, but He has endured our real infidelity. Yet He still remembers us, in the beginning when we were nothing but potential, as children who adored our true Love. We are remembered still, and still pursued by the Lover of our souls.