Hello world-wide-web,
Heavenly Father, I'm praying for the sick, for all undergoing surgery this week, for those waiting for a cure; for those suffering from an addiction of any sort and for those who have fallen away from You, Lord; for a strengthening of all marriages; for singles to stay true to You and Your teachings and for any prayers anyone has asked me to pray on their behalf. In Jesus' Name. Amen.
Okay, so I was at the world cup in my dreams, but still, it felt real: I was on the field with some other people - yes, while a game was in progress I was on the gridiron - I become aware that I am an obstacle in the soccer match, though the players don't notice us, or seem to think it odd that non-players are in the competition; I don't remember who the two teams playing were, but I do remember thinking, "If my friends are watching right now they are probably asking, 'What is Debi doing? She needs to get out of there!'" Oh, and for some reason I have a ladder with me. I know, a ladder! The stadium in my dream was different from the one on television: this fairground had one side against a wall. I was next to that wall and in order for me to exit the green of course I had to cut across it, while holding onto my ladder. But I didn't immediately rush to the other side of the field; I watched the game a bit. The sphere was getting kicked around and flung in the air as gorgeous players fought over it. (Much the way that I wish to be fought over by two admirers, but that dream is for another blog entry.) I begin hoping the ball doesn't hit me. The globe ends up on a side opposite of where I am, so I make a mad dash to leave the arena. I suffered no injuries and rushed back to my classroom (?!) where the dream continued, but isn't amusing enough to add here.
Viva Espana!
"I am a little pencil in the hand of a writing God who is sending a love letter to the world." Mother Theresa
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