M
Miri
Guest
It's just past midnight and I seem to have spent the last hour or so
dreaming.
I kept seeing this cube like shape turning up in different scenarios.
Then I just had one more dream where it all fell into place.
I saw this large cube marked out with intricate beautiful patterns. Some of the
markings were shallow almost ethched in. Some were deep and seemed as if they
were hammered in, but together they all came together into a beautiful almost
woven like tapestry.
Each person had one of these in the dream, each is different unique.
Then in the dream I realised what it was, the marks are made reflecting the good and
bad times of life, some are deep, some life changing, they all tell a story of our
lives.
Jesus sees these intricate patterns and he loves them for he loves us!
Then in the dream, I saw wrists with deep hammer blows! Jesus knows about
deep markings too, there was a certain beauty about the marks in the wrists of
Jesus, they speak of love.
Our deep marks bourne out of tragedy are beautiful to Jesus just like the feather
light ones, for they speak of perseverance, of fighting the fight, of prevailing,
of overcoming and he loves us for that.
Then I woke up,
Wow!
dreaming.
I kept seeing this cube like shape turning up in different scenarios.
Then I just had one more dream where it all fell into place.
I saw this large cube marked out with intricate beautiful patterns. Some of the
markings were shallow almost ethched in. Some were deep and seemed as if they
were hammered in, but together they all came together into a beautiful almost
woven like tapestry.
Each person had one of these in the dream, each is different unique.
Then in the dream I realised what it was, the marks are made reflecting the good and
bad times of life, some are deep, some life changing, they all tell a story of our
lives.
Jesus sees these intricate patterns and he loves them for he loves us!
Then in the dream, I saw wrists with deep hammer blows! Jesus knows about
deep markings too, there was a certain beauty about the marks in the wrists of
Jesus, they speak of love.
Our deep marks bourne out of tragedy are beautiful to Jesus just like the feather
light ones, for they speak of perseverance, of fighting the fight, of prevailing,
of overcoming and he loves us for that.
Then I woke up,
Wow!
