Yeah, ever been to one of those before? No reservations necessary. No special attire...pajamas usually do... a broken spirit and a torn and tainted hope. So... I was hosting one of those the other night, and there was plenty of blaming involved, regret, complaining, finger pointing... towards God, which is never a good idea... and tears, plenty of tears!!!!!!!!! So when I was done with that part, after some Bible reading, deep sighs and profound prayers such as, "HELP ME!!!", I finally went to sleep. In that Bermuda triangle between awake and asleep, I felt Jesus lying next to me. He didn't say a word. He just looked at me. I could feel what I will call "His Sacrifice".
