Let it be, dear Lord, let it be.

I could count on one hand the number of times that I have had a happy dream.  My dreams are always either terrifying, or, most commonly, confusing and stressful, with a sense that something is wrong or needs to be solved or found.

Two nights ago, I had one of those good dreams.

The girls were older.  We had a big backyard.  And David, Dan’s brother, was out of prison.  He was in the backyard with the kids, playing.  We had built a zip-line, much like the one that Dan likes to talk about from their childhood together, and David was helping the girls as they took turns sliding from one tree to another.  He was laughing – they all were – and his face was filled with a childlike innocence and sweetness.

Pray.

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2 Responses

  1. I will.

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