A bit ago, I had a dream--I dream quite often, and almost as much as I dream I remember my dreams.
So having a dream I remembered wasn't a rare occurrence.
My dream was about my trip to Africa. We were on the plane, and I started freaking out. Not like oh this stinks freaking out, like hyperventilating freaking out. No the plane wasn't crashing in my dream--but I had left my Kindle in Missouri. I was distraught, how in the world was I going to survive this crazy plane trip with nothing to read.
Ironic? Maybe, that my dream is about me not having my kindle, a device that the children in Africa will probably never have, and I'm going to Africa to deliver books--real books, a scare item in Africa.
Again I fall to my knees and beg for forgiveness. This girl needs to be humbled.
Thank you Lord for the opportunity to serve YOU.
may I do it always joyfully.
