It’s all coming back

Last night’s encounter was reminiscent of those happy days in SOT.

Those days I had nothing but God. But I was happy. Now I’ve some things but not as much of God.

I want HIM more in my life.

There’ve been seeds; seeds sown in each and every one of us that night. Time and again I’ve had many, many dreams which never made sense. But they mean something. Time to start my dream diary?

Speaking of dreams, since last night this image of seeds being thrown from his hands have stuck in my head. Time to find out.

Starting tomorrow