Father,
I dreamt last night that he was here. It was like nothing had happened. In my dream I tried not to move or even look at him because I was afraid I’d spook him and he’d leave.
The whole night I just laid there listening to him talk to his siblings. All I could do was be still. So that’s what I did.
In your time, God, I know. We will give this time. I know it’s not being wasted. You often work in the silence.
Thank you for the dream.
We love him.
Kim
Growing Faith 