A Knight's Journey

Sometimes I have a dream that sticks.  It's not often--but it happens.  In the wee hours of today--it happened.  The thing is, I only remember a small portion: "I was on highway 177 in Bonifay and a tragic accident had taken place somewhere between Miller's Crossroads and Bethlehem School.  Tragic enough that it caused a very large gaping hole in the earth/road.  I remember being on a motored bike of some sort--and I had seen it all from above the situation (don't ask me how).  I dreamed I was suddenly further back on the highway--closer to 79 and I was driving fast to give warning.  I knew that if people didn't turn around--they would be stuck.  The traffic on that road in the dream looked more like I-10--heavy traffic.  Lots of cars and trucks.  I went from vehicle to vehicle telling people about what was ahead and that if they didn't find a turning around place in the road and go back they would be stuck--for no telling how many hours.  I remember some findi

I had so much trouble this morning getting signed on that I forgot what I had on my heart to share!  How crazy is that?  It happens.  To all of us. I woke during the night this weekend, to a storm--a big one.  But because we have a roof over our heads and I was safe in my bed, I didn't worry or fret.  That's not the case with so many in the world.  This is going to be kind of heavy...I've not seen the movie [yet] that is a hot topic of discussion about child trafficking...since we have some people who are close to us in various cities who are foster parents...I am not sure I can watch it.  I've held some of the babies they are protecting...the children...the littles.  I can tell you right now--all "good thoughts and intentions" in my head gets shoved out of the way when I think of what's happening to the children right now all over the world.  My blood pressure rises and everything in me wants to rage and turn into the Incredible Mama Hulk over the entire