It's been a stressful time, nearly beyond endurance. And I dreamed that I slept on my side (I know, dreaming that I was sleeping?!), cupping a silver, star-shaped paperweight in my hands.
The metal was warm and well, weighty.
It looked kind of like this:
As I held it, I felt strangely assured that God was present and I was loved.
I didn't know how this bad-to-worse situation would resolve, but felt peace.
I've been holding to the phrase from Psalm 26:3, "...for I have always been mindful of your unfailing love".
I counted this joy, this sense of God's physical presence. And that I had, finally, good sleep.
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