What dreams may come

I sat for a moment to simply be still this morning. More still than usual.

Life feels a bit like a dream at this time–
the kind of dream with twists to the plot that are disconnected.
The kind of dream where you try to retell it and you realize it isn’t making any sense. You know… the people and places are familiar but the things they say and do are so different than what you understood them to be.

He offered Psalm 20 for me to meditate on so I am left with trust. That is good.

But I still have this eerie sense to carry with me this Monday morning.

 

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