After searching off and on for that blasted contact much of yesterday, I went to bed bummed. But then….I had a dream.
I dreamt that I pulled out the bottom cushion of your wheelchair and found not one, not two, but FIVE contacts hiding under there. My dreams so often come true that I woke up and knew exactly what to do.
Poised to catch the contacts that were about to come cascading down, I pulled out the bottom cushion of your wheelchair and found not one, not two, but—
Ok, just ONE of your contacts. But one is all we really need. They are super thick and don’t get dried out like normal contacts, so I cleaned that sucker off and stuck it in your good eye.
I love it when God speaks to me in my dreams! That is seriously cool, right?