King Richard III

I remember back at high school I joined up to a drama class. For one of our performances we had to learn a short exert from a play by Shakespeare. My group, of 3 girls and 2 guys, chose a scene from King Richard III where these ghosts come and speak in the both the King's and this fellow Richmond's dreams and shift their confidences.

I feel like it was an awful scene, by us, which was over dramatised - really the girls had far too much influence on the piece. This was maybe why the two of us guys would muck around in rehearsals, have pretend sword fights and hassle each other by calling the one Dick and the other Dickmond. It was a hoot.

After last night though, I found I don't like being called a dick. In a dream of my own my girlfriend, acknowledging a silly mistake I'd made - I said I had no vouchers for food before the others bought, but when it was my turn to buy, I found this massive voucher for McD's in my pocket - she straight out called me a dick in front of my best mate.
Now to clarify... she would NEVER call me that in real life (I don't think), and so the dream is a bit absurd. But I realised how deeply it affected me, and therefore I resolve that I should never call others that either. I say it so much, but really I am the dick sometimes and I don't like others pointing it out.

I'm now King RICHARD (not Dick) the III because I'm within the third week. And I'm absolutely confident I can win this battle. And starting this week I have a new goal as well. To contemplate the language I use with people. What names do I call them - and consider the implications if they were to turn it on me.

Lord surely you have sovereignty of the semi-conscious state of dreams. If I can so vividly remember this dream, it must have been planted there for good reason. I will learn from it. I will love others like Jesus. This week and further I will catch my tongue and make a difference in my language. Help me to stand firm to this. In Jesus' name,
Amen.