Phillipians 4:6 Do not be anxious for anything, but in everything, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God.
“…What I dun din…” VTH
So many things in my head. So much to clear up. God has granted me the ability to occasionally think about Veasha without being totally consumed, so that samves me some itenerant stress until I can sort some things out. I wish I could remember more of the dream I’d had Monday morning too. Unfortunately all I remember is the ending. Someone asked me “So, why do you do that?” (I don’t remember exactly what “THAT” was, but I think it had something to do with the treatment of women.) I think that the “you ” in this case was representative of my gender. Anyway, subsequently, a gun was pulled out, giving me the impression that this wasn’t a rhetorical question. I, therefore attemted to come up with an answer. Something told me that , if I could define this ailment, I’d no longer be bound by it. I composed a strightforward answer, sighed and said “the reasone we do that is…”, at which point , my interrogator cocked the hammer of the cun and pointed at my temple. Needless to say, this broke my train of thought. Instead of continuing my previous line of thought and answering the questions at hand, I replied, “Do you mind?” Promptly, the trigger was pulled. No signs of emotion, no witty banter, my life was just… ended. There’s a meaning in this dream if I’m willing to find it. But I know that that answer has life changing implications.