Last night I had a dream. In my dream, I was at my old home place where I grew up. I was visiting my mother. I went to the barn where I used to keep my horses, and as I was walking back to the house, through the woods, I kept noticing gifts laying on the ground. They were in toy boxes that had never been opened. They were laying on the sandy soil. Some of them were partially covered by the blowing sand. I picked one up and looked through the plastic window on the box and it had toy furniture in it. I thought, “Why would anyone not open this beautiful gift? Why would they just throw it on the ground unopened?” As I walked, I saw one with cars in it, then I saw a set of cups. There were many more boxes everywhere I looked. I went inside the garage still pondering what this could mean. I couldn't believe people wouldn't even open such beautiful gifts. They were just discarded on the ground unopened. End of dream.
I think God has so many gifts He wants to give us, but if we don't open them they will just be discarded on the ground.
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