The Power To Choose

Happy St. Patty's Day, everyone! Does anybody else think of Far and Away on this holiday? Shannon!

*sigh*
Actually, I haven't been feeling too well and I'm exhausted, but I thought a post might do me some good before I make myself go to bed early. That's right, a purely selfish post.

Last night I had a dream. I won't go into details, but I was confronted with an unpleasant prospect. And I am SO non-confrontational. But because it was a dream, I was able to keep my head, pause and gather myself and a small posse of my best girlfriends. They only stood behind me, but then I was ready. I felt like a part of the SuperFriends (wow, am I dating myself?). I could take what was coming and remain in control of my fears, my doubts, my hopes, and my strengths. I wasn't alone. And I had power. Not evil laugh I'm-going-to-rule-the-world power, because really, who would want to do that? Yet? (evil laugh). But I had the power to choose how I reacted to this onslaught. And I chose to strengthen myself with the presence of those I trusted, those who knew me, those who had faith in me.
SO, how is my dream so different from the trials I face in real, non-sleepy time? Even if I am alone and confronted, do I not have the power to gather the strength of those who love me? Who know me and have faith in me, even if all I can muster is the knowledge of God's love for me?
Just because I am non-confrontational does not mean I am weak. Just because a person doesn't like something, doesn't mean they aren't blessed with the abilities to get the job done... well.
So there you go. And thanks, SuperFriends. I knew I could count on you.