Dreams are odd, aren’t they? In this one, I watched the lifespan of an insignificant fetus, and yet knew I was the embryo. As I swam in the largeness of a womb, my indistinct form floated at will, content with my surroundings. I had all that I needed for life, so I drifted, formless, and unconstrained, fully content in the …
What if each time someone celebrated my skills Or expertise, I re-gifted the applause to the Father Instead of desiring an encore ovation? What if each time someone praised my wisdom Or education, I returned the accolade to the Lord Instead of celebrating with a personal party? What if each time my child scored a goal, made the grade, Or won an award, I restored the …
