I had a dream. That morning replayed exactly. From the knock on the door to hearing Officer Wiggins tell us about The Accident to the other kids coming in to ask what happened.
I am grateful I got a text which woke me up before I had to watch the rest of it.
This is the first time I have had such a vivid dream about that day. The first time I woke up with pain – physical pain in my gut and chest – in a very long time. Almost two years since that happened. I am sitting on my bed. Feeling heaviness. Great heaviness.
Ron asked me the other day if working on the book was helpful or hard. I thought it was helping me. I’m thinking I’ve been spending too much time on it.
I am grateful for healing. I am grateful for the Comforter. I am grateful for friends and family who have loved us well. I am grateful my son knew Jesus Christ as Lord and Savior and Friend.
I know my Redeemer lives.