This morning while in prayer I thought of my value. What is it that makes up my value? Or yours?

I had had a dream in the early hours of the night. In the dream the people were pouring a foundation for a home. They had dug out the hole, squared up everything and then were preparing for the pour. I came along and I said “where are your form boards?” The boards that are put in place with sides of plywood or special plastic panels. You would have thought I threatened their lives. They flipped out. Yelling and screaming at me they proceeded to tell me they knew what they were doing. For me, it was clear to see they did not. My effort to save them trouble and despair went unheeded. Continue reading My Value Is Found In His Love For Me →