I had the most beautiful dream the other night. Our three kids were running out of a bedroom while I stood in the kitchen watching. It was not our home. My jaw dropped to the floor and I couldn't speak. I just kept nudging Nathan and pointing. I watched as they all three ran through the kitchen and into another room of the house. Nathan and I by that time were flat on our face, praising our God who heals.
Ever since that dream when I am drifting off to sleep, I want so badly to go back to that place. That house. That moment. It was beautiful.