A nightmare of searching for
My bike to ride home,
With a tall handsome Christian brother,
Accompanying me all the time,
Although feeling not alone, but still anxious in searching,
Finally I fell on my face,
Crying out “Jesus helps me”.
I woke up from the dream,
Singing praise in the morning.
God is my strength, loving fortress,
My refuge in times of troubles.
Anne was feeling downcast,
My heart was tormented.
Pray and ask Lori, Sean to pray with me for Anne.
Without saying anything in anxiety,
I read Billy Graham’s devotion on Dec 21 to Anne.
Christmas is lonely for many,
But Anne has Christ with her,
So she is not alone, I proclaim.
I was touched by Christ’s presence,
So was Anne, I hope.
Then she went to take a shower,
Being washed clean and refreshed,
By the power of the Holy Spirit.