It Came To Me In A Dream??

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Really you might say, you had an angel visit you in a dream?? That doesn't really happen, but if it wasn't an angel I don't know what it could have been. I have felt very let down by many people in my life over the year. It could and probably has been me just pushing people away. I have had anger seeping into my life over the years. I had a talk with my sister while we were walking and we got on the subject of television shows, what we watch and what is now be accepted as the "norm" only regular channels. I thought, I do watch and enjoy some rather dark shows and read some "dark" books, never thinking much of it or the direction of where something like that could lead ones life. But I do believe you can become callus to certain feelings if you might be in a wrong place. With all this said, I had a dream the other night which woke me with a jerk. It was of two sister who I know from a very nice wonderful family. I approached them in the dream and one hugged me and the other took my hand. I had a sensation of peace like non other consume my entire being as she held my hand. I Remembered the dream very vividly afterward, where it really had me reexamining my recent feelings and behavior toward others. I remember thinking this could only be the work of God! It is something I had been thinking about somewhat, but this just shook me to the core. I suppose when we open our mind to change, and begin to pray about it, it God finds away to help you!

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