sweet dreams

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.

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