Had a great dream this morning.
It was pitch black, and I heard a young Woman’s voice say, “Will you help him learn the Rosary?”
Then I saw a little boy’s face. He had big brown eyes, dark brown hair, a huge smile, and he was cutely drooling everywhere. We locked eyes, then I woke up. Within minutes I realized that the little boy was, and is, me.
I’ve been putting off on learning the Rosary, and now it’s time to pick it up, and help teach that little boy all about its Mysteries.
Later on at Mass, the homily was all about loving others as oneself, and how not to pick sides in any conflict, but to love both sides equally. A few others, and myself became choked-up and had to dry our eyes more than once. After Mass I floated back home and wrote this.
I must wholeheartedly admit, that the Holy Spirit is everywhere at once, even deep in our dreams.
May God bless you all, no matter your belief, and may your senses be open to his everlasting light, love and compassion.