I have been having weird dreams lately. Those odd ones that you just cant let go of? The ones that are riddled with twisted reality, but then seem to hold a nugget of truth to help you figure out a problem. Those kind. I guess the one from this morning had me thrashing about so, that it woke up Tom. In return for waking him in the wee hours of sunrise, we were able to have one of those lazy Saturday morning talks, in the middle of the week. Life has gotten away from us, with all the commotion that lazy morning talks have happened less and less. But back to the subject at hand, the dream….what resulted was his contributing perspective to the series of dreams and being able to come to an understanding that I wouldn’t have had (or it would have taken me longer and more animated dreams on my own) without his input.
So, the day wears on and on facebook, I notice a link to a Wynonna performance of my favorite contemporary Christian song, “I Can Only Imagine”. This woman must have been sharing a wave length with me.
One adaptation to her message – not broken, but broken wide open….
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