The other day, I drifted off on the sofa and began to dream. It wasn’t an action dream like a movie. It was more like a slide show of stills. A picture of this. A memory of that. Then…quite suddenly, and without warning…Mr. Virgo was standing in front of me. He was holding something in his hand…a newspaper, perhaps? And he was carrying his briefcase over his shoulder. He was wearing a nice, charcoal grey suit. He was looking straight at me with a smile on his face which conveyed a sense of calm in me…in the moment.

I haven’t “seen” him for quite some time. It didn’t exactly make me sad. But it did affect me. I suppose it always will. The thing about “losing it all” puts fear in my heart at the thoughts of going through it again, even though I know I would for the right person. I honestly don’t want to grow old alone…but that fear would be something difficult to overcome. I know others have. The holidays are bound to bring a funk of sorts to everyone who has lost someone they love, let alone seeing him so clearly in a dream. Today’s a new day and the sun will come up again…but I’ll be left with that feeling of loss for a few days. ❤️

“One night the Lord spoke to Paul in a vision: “Do not be afraid; keep on speaking, do not be silent. For I am with you, and no one is going to attack and harm you, because I have many people in this city.””
‭‭Acts‬ ‭18:9-10‬ ‭NIV‬‬