Matthew will only come into my room during the night when he
has a problem, usually a bad dream. So when I startled awake sometime last
night because I became aware that there was someone standing about two inches
from my face, the nightmare report is what I expected. But when I asked him
what was going on, he said, “I had a good dream that filled my heart with the
Holy Spirit of Jesus Christ.” In my sleep addled state my first thought was,
“Huh?!” Then I semi-processed what he said and told him that was good. When I
asked what the dream was about, he told me he dreamed that all of us watched a
star rise that told us that Jesus was born.
Never had a kid tell me he dreamed about that before…
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