Powerful

Waking well before I am supposed to only because my dream was so powerful. This constant reminder of what I was.

I cannot deny the strength of the words. Yet I don't believe in understanding dreams but when they are constant reminders everywhere how can you deny Jehovah?

I don't but with my conflict right now is the weight of my health and family.

All I can say is I raised up straight of bed with such urgency. And right now I am exhausted. Thoroughly.

With that I said a prayer. As my heart races so fast breathing is harsh. Lungs sting and reminder of promises made at work.

This is the only reason I keep going in my state of decay. I made a promise. Otherwise I would be right back to sleep. Sleeping the days away until my strength came back.

Though I did understand the depth of the dream, I need more than a dream to push me back.

Right now I am wandering because this sickness. And all I can do is focus on getting better.

Slowly the heart goes down to a speed worthy of no wheezing. Allowing myself to settle long enough to have one more hour of sleep.

Such dreams you hold are keys to your memories. Realize that and you can find the reality stinging your heart and mind.

A calmness.

So listen and pray.

Keep holding on. Cling if you can.