Sweet Dreams

Last night, I dreamed that Paul had come back to life. He was the same ole' sweet Paul, and I couldn't take my eyes off of him as he sat across the couch from me. We had a great conversation (I don't remember about what, I just remember that I couldn't stop smiling).

It was so real. His voice was so real. The feel of his bald head against my cheek was so real. The gratitude I felt to have him back once more was so real. But, even in the dream, I knew that it was temporary... that soon I'd be without him again.

I am so thankful for my "moment" with Paul. It is worth every ounce of hell I feel today as I yearn for him even more...

I BELIEVE in a changed life

I've written before about my friends, Hope and Naz, who are fighting to keep Naz in the US (if you haven't read their story, you can do so at www.wesupportnaz.com)

TODAY is Naz's hearing. Please pray.