Dear Anna Kendrick,
I had a dream about you the other night. Before I tell you about my dream, I feel the need to preface it with a few things. I am not crazy. I do not stalk you, google you, have posters of you in my room, sit in a van outside of your house, or even know if you have a house. I do follow you on Twitter, but that’s because someone retweeted something you tweeted and I thought it was hilarious. I also follow this guy @badbanana on Twitter because he is hilarious. I don’t know him either. All that to say, though I have enjoyed your movies, I don’t think about you very often, Anna Kendrick, so when I had a dream about you it was unusual.
In the dream you and I were apparently life long friends, but we lived in different cities and didn’t see each other often. You were still and actor and I’m not really sure what I did. But anyway, we happened to be in the same city at the same time and you asked me to drop by your shoot if I had time. I finished up what I had to do and headed your way. There was this huge drawn out part of the dream of me trying to get through your security and trying to explain that we were buds. It was stressful. I finally walked into your dressing room and you were talking and laughing with your “people.” When you saw me you asked them to “give us a few minutes.” As soon as they left you completely changed. You took of your “mask of happiness” that you were using with them, and with me, your lifelong friend with whom you could be real, you were just sad. Your eyes were full of sadness. You didn’t say anything in the dream, you just hugged me and were very, very sad. Anna Kendrick, I am not a crier, but I woke up crying and feeling a strong sadness because in this dream you were so sad. It was a very deep, deep sadness. I’m not gonna lie, it’s like three days later now and I still feel sad.
So, Anna Kendrick, I’ve decided to pray for you. Maybe I shouldn’t admit this, but I don’t usually pray for people I don’t know. I mean, I pray for things like genocides, and human trafficking, natural disasters and the riots in Venezuela, but praying for one person that neither I nor anyone else I know actually knows is a new thing for me. But I am praying for you. I don’t know if you are actually sad in real life…maybe you are very happy…but you’re stuck with me either way. I promise to continue not googling you, putting up posters of you, or sitting in front of your house in a van. But I will pray for you.
And I pray that you, Anna Kendrick, being rooted and established in love, may have power to grasp how wide and long and high and deep is the love of Christ, and to know this love that surpasses knowledge—that you may be filled to the measure of all the fullness of God.