Crying in my Dreams...
Have you ever awakened in the middle of the night crying because of a dream you've had? I simply cannot recall a time when this has happened to me. If it has, I'm certain the dreamland tears were not tears of joy.
Last night, I dreamed of Puerto Lempira and driving around with Mrs. P and Mrs. A in a dirty 4-wheel drive gator. In my dream, we had just arrived and hopped in the vehicle. I was so happy... just raw happiness ... that I cried like a baby. I felt so relieved to be back in Puerto Lempira.
That sounds so odd. It does. And yet, I believe it was a reminder from my sweet Savior that the distractions that linger this week and the fear that clings will be flung far from me when I just...get... back. Praise you, Lord... praise YOU.
Last night, I dreamed of Puerto Lempira and driving around with Mrs. P and Mrs. A in a dirty 4-wheel drive gator. In my dream, we had just arrived and hopped in the vehicle. I was so happy... just raw happiness ... that I cried like a baby. I felt so relieved to be back in Puerto Lempira.
That sounds so odd. It does. And yet, I believe it was a reminder from my sweet Savior that the distractions that linger this week and the fear that clings will be flung far from me when I just...get... back. Praise you, Lord... praise YOU.
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Much love, friend!