(via.)Dear Fleur.
I FEEL LIKE THIS GIRL.
Remember that dream I had the other day? The one about the chairs and the firemen? Well, I was really in love with it. And I had no clue what it meant. Which has been frustrating me.
But.
Today in Church, the Pastor read this verse during his sermon, and it stopped me.
Acts 5
"12And by the hands of the apostles were many signs and wonders wrought among the people; (and they were all with one accord in Solomon's porch. 13And the rest durst no man join himself to them: but the people magnified them. 14And believers were the more added unto the Lord, multitudes both of men and women.) 15Insomuch that they brought forth the sick into the streets and laid them on beds and couches, that at least the shadow of Peter passing by might overshadow some of them."
In my head at that moment, I saw it. The streets, filled with chairs and beds and couches. All of them with people sitting and laying and waiting. Just waiting for Peter to pass by.
And.
Then I saw my dream. My front yard filled with chairs. Empty chairs and a burning house.
And I knew they were somehow related. My dream and verse 15. But I can't figure out how.
So now I'm just more frustrated.
Because something that makes sense and matches, actually makes no sense and halfway doesn't match.
MY LIFE IS BRILLIANT.
And I feel stupid.
But I will figure this out. This Peter and chairs and sick people and burning houses thing. Because I think it's important.
Love. Bells.
