hairs on end
i woke up at 530 after a disturbing dream. satan himself came to me. he was handsome, charming, loving. he put his hands on my shoulders and whispered in my ear, "they're not the only ones who love you. i do too." i turned to face him. he was trying to seduce me bigtime. i looked into his eyes. what's strange is he didn't actually do anything, but he was in my mind, willing me to make the first move.
a vision flashed before me. there were children at war, mostly in the 5-7 year old age range. so instead of playing, they were carrying bags of ammo and heavy weapons, running and dodging blasts, hiding behind fallen trees and sandbags. the world was on fire; the sky dark and smoky. i could see the earth's crust turning to ash and falling into the core. yet they trudged on.
he stared back kindly. i thought, Blessed Mother help me. then i said, "God...Jesus...they loved you so much. you were the most beautiful. why did you turn?" he stopped touching me and disappeared. in the background an angel (which really looked like a penguin but i could tell it was an angel) was hopping up on the bed trying to wake gary up.
another vision flashed before me. the angel/penguin descended upon the children. it began to snow, which cooled off the fires. the children began to cheer. they dropped their weapons and began to laugh, dancing and catching snowflakes as they floated from the sky.
of course gary was mad. 'how dare he come into our house and mess with my wife!' but i said, isn't he always there? when we lean in to listen to a dirty joke at work, isn't he there? when we swear, isn't he there? when we decide not to pray because we're too busy, isn't he there?
a vision flashed before me. there were children at war, mostly in the 5-7 year old age range. so instead of playing, they were carrying bags of ammo and heavy weapons, running and dodging blasts, hiding behind fallen trees and sandbags. the world was on fire; the sky dark and smoky. i could see the earth's crust turning to ash and falling into the core. yet they trudged on.
he stared back kindly. i thought, Blessed Mother help me. then i said, "God...Jesus...they loved you so much. you were the most beautiful. why did you turn?" he stopped touching me and disappeared. in the background an angel (which really looked like a penguin but i could tell it was an angel) was hopping up on the bed trying to wake gary up.
another vision flashed before me. the angel/penguin descended upon the children. it began to snow, which cooled off the fires. the children began to cheer. they dropped their weapons and began to laugh, dancing and catching snowflakes as they floated from the sky.
of course gary was mad. 'how dare he come into our house and mess with my wife!' but i said, isn't he always there? when we lean in to listen to a dirty joke at work, isn't he there? when we swear, isn't he there? when we decide not to pray because we're too busy, isn't he there?
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