A cold dream of warmth

So cold. Trying so hard to claim the warmth and yet
there seems to be none.

Travelled to various rooms and still no comfort. The
layers of covers still play tricks on me. The dreams of
heat laugh at me because the chill still seeps inside.
Straight to soul into bones.

Searching. Searching. Then falling.

One way or another my heart calms enough for
sleep to overtake my soul and mind. Still in midst of
rest the cold is there. Even in dreams I search for
source of warmth.

I see you handing me a animal fur. You whisper to
me this is the most warm item you carry but Mary
this is not the heat you need so.

Taking my hand you guide me to only thing that is
going to fuel the fire : the Bible. You remind me that
this is where I will find all my answers if I dare
to peek inside.

Waking from that I realize that I have my Bible and
phone in lap. Funny how friends help us even in
dreams.

So here I lay in a darkened room attempting to
rest once more. Thank you Jehovah for hearing me.
Giving me that sincere warmth that was needed.

To my friends. Thank you for being in thoughts and
in dreams.