The Butterfly
I love dreams. I am not sure if this is something that I am going to grow out of or not, but at this point I can see myself waking up each morning as an old woman still pondering what I had dreamt about the night before. I also feel as though I can learn a lot from my dreams- whether they be from my subconscious or from God.
This story starts with a dream. It was pretty simple: A bluish-purple butterfly came and landed on my nose and fluttered its wings, giving me a butterfly kiss. And while this was happening, God told me in the dream that I was His butterfly.
I wouldn’t say I was...