Scrawled out in my composition book after waking this morning. Description of a dream:
I left the keys to where I work at home, so I left the door unlocked long enough for me and 1 other person to go get them. When I got back, there were men inside who were attempting to steal medication. Oblivious to us being there, I yelled at them and told them to leave, which they did. By then, the other workers were there and the police were investigating the break in. Going up the elevator to my office, which was apparently on the 6th floor (my real office is one level), I felt guilty because it was my fault, yet I got off the hook because my boss threw the blame on someone else and I allowed it.
Later, I was on a crowded beach. People were in a crowd, probably 30 rows of at least 20 or 30 deep. They were bowing to Jesus who stood before them. In my heart, I begged for forgiveness and he stepped toward me and smiled. He lifted the weight from my heart and spoke to me without saying a word. I had been forgiven. I fell to my knees and hugged his left leg.
Later on, I explained to Erin how the police never found out about me by illustrating how the police never found Batman (apparently a bad guy in my dream) because they only checked Gotham Bank and Wayne Manor and NEVER the Bat Cave.
For God has not given us a spirit of fear and timidity, but of power, love and self discipline.
2 Timothy 1:7
Enjoy today’s haiku:
It’s really quite nice
To visit the Tri-Cities
Much better: Now home