“Eeyaaagh….!”
Just to give you a little glimpse into what I’m up against, these days–
Last night I dreamed I was desperately trying to get back to work on my novels. First I couldn’t find the manuscript. When I did, all the pages were out of order and had to be sorted. And then I finally found the title page:
THE MORASS
By Lee Duigon
Holy cow! What is this? I never wrote anything about a morass. The only morass I know is the one I’m stuck in. I can’t remember the story line. I don’t know where the rest of the novel is.
I am glad it was only a dream.
The working title of this novel is Ozias, Prince Enthroned; and I have it all scrawled down in longhand.
It’ll be ready when I am.
You’ll get there.
It’s a long way to go.
Take care of the hip, and you’ll get there. There are no miracle cures, but a positive outlook, I believe, does wonders.
Dreams can be such odd things, especially those that seem so real they wakes us up. But there are divine dreams that our Savior uses to communicate with us, and even with those not yet saved. I have read of many Muslims who have come to Christ through encounters with Him via dreams.
I’ve read some of those stories. It’s not easy to know when it’s the Lord speaking or just something in the back of your mind.
I read a number of accounts where Muslims have had dreams of Jesus. In some of the Mideast, that’s probably the only way people can be reached.