A while ago I had a dream. I fell from the earth into a large open roofed warehouse. Landing on my two feet I noticed that I was standing on a gravel path that extended around the perimeter of this immense space. There were all these people running on the gravel path passing God who greeted them at the end/beginning of each lap. In my dream God looked like James Marsden, don't ask me why cause I don't know, but that's not important. Anyway, every runner was giving God these beautifully wrapped gifts. He would graciously accept the present and give each runner a hug before they would continue on the in their race. Seeing this, I approached the Lord feeling guilty because I had no gift for Him. Apologetically, I said, "Lord forgive me but I didn't realize that I was supposed to bring you a gift." God smiled and took my hands. He lovingly said, "Joanne, you don't understand. I do...
Up front and honest confessions of this gal's sinful heart