My wife Anne had a few bad dreams last night, which involved losing me and our child Jude. I knew that they affected her badly, and this morning they began to have an effect on me, almost developing into a sense of panic that I used to feel at times. Panic I guess, because I know that dreams can sometimes be related to things both spiritual and natural, and can even be premonitions. I am fairly certain that is not the case here, but it took awhile to reach that conclusion. A few other things happened as well, but as I look back I can see how childish and silly I was being to get into the foul mood I ended up in by the time I was sitting at church with my wife waiting for the service to start. I can be such an idiot at times.
Anyway, this is a short post because though I have much homework to complete, I am beat. As it stands, God is still good, and I am still a foulable human in need of a savior. I love you all, and please keep me in your prayers.