Are you a dreamer? As far back as I can remember I have always been a dreamer; Not afraid to imagine the impossible and believe that miracles would happen in my life. But then life and growing up taught me about disappointment and “reality” and i slowly stopped dreaming. I stopped believing I would see miracles that would make my heart sore. Sure, i still believed in “miracles” in the biblical sense of the word, but it was often easier for me to believe that someone would be healed of cancer or have a truth awakening than it was for me to believe that God would show me a miracle because of His heart as my daddy. I had experience with disappointment and “reality” that made me dis-content with the present but unable to dream for more in the future. In December that all changed. One cold winter day, I was snuggled up with some tea, my Bible and some good music when I heard this familiar, still small voice in my heart, ‘don’t let it rob you.’ I was a littl
light! BOOM. darkness. silence. light! there it is again; BOOM, BANG, CRASH! darkness. silence... my eyes adjusted to the darkness; it must be early, there was no sounds. no giggles. no kisses. just darkness and silence. and then all of a sudden LIGHT again. BOOM, BANG, CRASH. it startled me and i kicked my legs and my arm hit something that made a soft sound. i look over, it's just my snugly elephant. i didn't like that sound and the light was bright enough to light up the room, but it was so quick i couldn't really see. i wondered if she saw it too? i opened my mouth and made a little sound. but as soon as i did the light came again and with it was a very loud CRASH, BANG, BOOM. there is no way she heard me. i turned my head towards her sleeping body and made a sound again. this time a little louder. i didn't need to cry, i wasn't scared, just awake. and lonely. surely she would hear me now. i waited another minute before letting out a big