What is there purpose?
Do people have dreams because they desire something?
Or are they just random thoughts that we have collective over the years?
Kingston told us before worship, that when you vividly remember your dreams, it means you had a good nights rest. I guess I had a really good nights rest.
I was helping you look for your bag.
And you did or said something that got me mad.
Really mad, so I walked away. Just kept on walking.
I came across your stuff, and picked it up for you.
I put your cell phone back in your back along with your wallet and some papers.
You followed me and I handed you, your bag. I was still upset and didn't say anything
as we walked down the sidewalk.
You turned your head and smiled at me.
And it was that smile, the smile that I see so often, the smile I see next to everyday.
I couldn't help but smile back.
You grabbed my hand, and held on tight as we walked to the bus stop.
We stepped on the bus, and sat together and talked.
A guy walked in, and started harassing you.
My blood rushed to my head, and I stood up, and started to walk to the guy.
You grabbed me. Held on tight. And said "Lets get off".
As we were getting off, I asked you if you were mad at me.
You said with that smile again "Of course not".
We started walking again, and headed to the spot on the hill.
Where we saw the heart made of snow, and first saw the sun set together.
We sat on the bench, side by side. Your head on my shoulder, my head on your head.
I woke up, with a heavy heart this morning.
I literally had my hand grasping my chest.
