Gods forgot that ever I lived... Hes forgot...and He never cared nohow....He smoothed her brown rough-palmed hand he held her hands to keep her from jerking herself away from his admonishing Oh tis not true the words yere a-sayin Cean Smith and well ye know it. Never does He forget a child o Hisn. Tis His children that forget that He is rememberin. Get on yere knees and climb on them up to the shelter o His arms. Knock on His ears with yere prayers. Creep into His arms Cean Smith and lay yere head on His bosom and Hell hold ye closer than inny man ye ever love can ever hold ye. Hell lay His hand on yere head and yell stop yere restless fightin against His will. Hell shut yere pitiful little mouth from complainin against Him. Yell hush and be comforted....She dared him to prove his saying Then pray fer Him to do them things fer meHe prayed and when he had finished Ceans will was as water to Gods will and Ceans tears were softening and healing to her heart.

Replace worry with prayer. Make the decision to pray whenever you catch yourself worrying.

Never mistake the uncomfortable feeling of insecurity and the fear of the unknown with the Holy Ghosts promptings. Sometimes those feelings are simply Satan keeping you stuck where you are because he knows you will have a half-life there. He knows that you will spend half of your life disconnected discontented and convincing your mind of what its heart will never accept. He knows when you have settled gave up and didnt try. Inaction is his greatest weapon while regret is his second.

Sometimes when things are particularly bad my brain will give me a happy dream. ... When I fully awaken Im momentarily comforted. I try to hold on to the peaceful feeling of the dream but it quickly slips away leaving me sadder than ever.

Dream about things that envelop your being like a comfortable blanket.

It is uncomfortable to keep your dreams in a house just behind a public toilet your dreams will surely attract bad odours from the waste products of people in detracting environments. Keep it away from negative people

I roamed aloneO barren dreams.My echoed voicewhat lonely comfort.Here is my salvationI hear the triumph drumthe rhythm of the risingthe long-awaited sun.