Okay, so the other night I had this amazing dream....I dreamt James and I went to Africa to adopt a little boy. When we arrived there was a war going on. When we got to the orphanage gunfire broke out right outside the orphanage. James and I had to help the workers get the kids to a safe area. Meanwhile I'm searching for our son! Finally, after the shooting stopped a lady carried this little boy to me. When I reached for him he drew away and started crying. The lady kind of handed him to me and I took him and patted my chest and said, "I'm momma." He stopped crying and looked at me and said, "momma"? With tears in my eyes I said, " that's right honey, I'm momma." He then laid his head down on my shoulder and James, myself and our son walked out together as a family!
What an amazing dream! I did not want it to end! The emotions were real and I pray one day that dream will be too!