Seven

I have always had a strong, and profound, connection/belief pertaining to the number (7) seven.

This is separate and apart from my knowledge of the number (7) seven as it pertains to God, Jesus, bible, and scriptures.

There is a significance and weight to the number (7) seven.  While I am at it I will just use "7" for convenience.

Seven is the day that God rested after creating this world, its contents, and all life. Nothing is by coincidence with God, with all the wisdom and love for us which we cannot ever comprehend, and thus 7 is...special.

I have my own faith in God and Jesus and it is based upon my own life experiences, which are wholly unique, along with my own curiosity - studies - and desire for truth with an emphasis on cross referencing with firsthand sources and their documents. Their words. The risks they undertook to document the life, and events, of God. Jesus. The prophets. The scriptures and more. Let us not forget that in many places in the world during the time of Jesus, and for those who know not the "religion" of Islam had never been invented nor would it for (approximately) another thousand years, one could be STONED TO DEATH for believing in Jesus. For teaching about Jesus. For writing about Jesus. For stating objective facts about Jesus.

Now, back to me and the number 7.

There are many, public and some deeply personal that I have never shared even with those I loved and spent great parts of my life with, connections I have that involve the number 7 (i.e. dates, months, days, my age, times, and much much more).

In a few months it will be the 7th anniversary of the worst day (i.e. incurred in 2010) of my life. Though this day was horrendous it was the end result of all of the bad days, weeks, and months in 2010. I could write novels about 2010, and all that has transpired since, but as it relates to 2010, and each moment since, my heart/thoughts/love/wishes/dreams for/etc. always remain with my children (and all but one are adults and in spite of what one may think/believe I love them - miss them - want the best for them - equally and I take responsibility for my role in, and throughout, their lives).

Without purposely thinking of it over the past few weeks I have had vivid, bordering on real life complete with the emotions that there was a powerful message in these, dreams. That, combined with equally powerful "visions" during the day at various times sans patterns, has led me to reflect back - give thanks - and discern, be thankful, and to (for the first time in memory) know what I must do for my own happiness in the years I have left on this ride we call life.

... to be continued