I don't usually dream, but when I do, they're pretty vivid and emotional. I woke up early this morning in a state of semi-consciousness only to fall back asleep quickly thereafter. My dad was in my dream, and I remember him asking me, "Grace, what do you want to do?" While it was a simple enough dream, the emotions that colored that moment in dreamtime remain with me and probably are manifestations of what I've always desired: a father that is reachable/present. Whenever these desires surface, I'm caught-off guard and something in me just breaks. And I can't help but run to the Lord, broken and desperate.
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