So, a few weeks back, I had a dream. A weird dream.
But after I woke up, I thought to myself... that was so weird, that wouldn't be a God dream. Then, of course, I hear the still small voice say "Really?"
So I pray. I ask God to show me what potential lies in this bizarre dream. And he tells me, and then tells me to tell my friend (who was in the dream).
So I do. I took me like 2 weeks to tell her. Was it fear that it really wasn't God? Was it embarrassment at how strange it was? Why did I hesitate?
So, she emails me back today. And says it was right on. That it was water on a dry parched heart.
Thankfully God continues to give us second chances. And third chances. And fourth chances...