![]() ![]() ![]() In the dream, God spoke to me in a way that would have made little sense to anyone else, using what I have often called “the secret vocabulary of my heart.” It was his way of letting me know that he knew me intimately-and knew me infinitely better than I knew myself, which got my attention. ![]() It was not a healing from illness, but a resurrection from death. WHEN GOD SPOKE TO ME IN A DREAM in the summer of 1988, my life was overnight transformed, from dull lead and gravel in shadow to shimmering gold and diamonds in sunlight. ![]()
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