Stay in church stay in prayer stay in the Word and stay in fellowship with other believers.

Una vida sin sueos es un jardn sin flores pero una vida de sueos imposibles es un jardn de flores falsas...

The girl dreams she is dangerously ill. Suddenly birds come out of her skin and cover her completely ... Swarms of gnats obscure the sun the moon and all the stars except one. That one start falls upon the dreamer.

There are always lone hearth-fires so many And those who sit beside them with the empty chair cannot restrain the tears that will come. One sits alone so much. There is some One unseen just here within reach. But somehow we dont realize His presence. Realizing is blessed but--rare. It belongs to the mood to the feelings. It is dependent on weather conditions and bodily conditions. The rain the heavy fog outside the poor sleep the twinging pain these make ones mood so much they seem to blur out the realizing.But there is something a little higher up than realizing. It is yet more blessed. It is independent of these outer conditions it is something that abides. It is this recognizing that Presence unseen so wondrous and quieting so soothing and calming and warming. Recognize His presence--the Masters own. He is here close by His presence is real. Recognizing will help realizing too but it never depends on it.Aye more immensely more the Truth is a Presence not a thing a fact a statement. Some One is present a warm-hearted Friend an all-powerful Lord. And this is the joyful truth for weeping hearts everywhere whatever be the hand that has drawn the tears by whatever stream it be that your weeping willow is planted.

Dreams would always end with you and then mornings would steal you away with a cruelty that haunted my days.

I dont know where dreams come from. Sometimes I wonder if theyre genetic memories or messages from something divine. Warnings perhaps. Maybe we do come with an instruction booklet but were too dense to read it because weve dismissed it as the irrational waste product of the rational mind. Sometimes I think all the answers we need are buried in our slumbering subconscious int he dreaming. The booklet right there and ever night when we lay our heads down on the pillow it flips open. The wise read it heed it. The rest of us try as hard as we can upon awakening to forget any disturbing revelations we might have found there.

How blessed are some people whose lives have no fears no dreads to whom sleep is a blessing that comes nightly and brings nothing but sweet dreams.

The person who prays and who wants to gain a deeper understanding of the word he desires to worship in order to be more single-mindedly at the words disposal will select with great care basic works for his studies which will observe the so-called exactitude of scholarship without losing sight of the most important exactitude namely the ordering of all thought toward prayer.

Seriously a thirty-something woman shouldnt be daydreaming about a fictional character in a two-hundred-year-old world to the point where it interfered with her very real and much more important life and relationships. Of course she shouldnt.

I love the freedom of my wings. I love the empty space above the ground. I rejoice in my freedom. Freedom is my religion. Peace is my God. Love is my worship.