Is There Really Anything To A Dream?
A while back there was the post on here about not telling about a bad dream until after breakfast. Not knowing whether that applies to all dreams, I got up and had a bowl of Raisin Bran, just to keep it on the safe side. When we lived in Dripping Springs in the 1985-1991 timeframe, I along with my five sons were all baptized one Sunday morning by Rev. Grady Roe. It was in the fall of 1985. I had only given myself over to going to church real sparingly up to that point. I wasn’t sure I had the … Continue reading Is There Really Anything To A Dream?