Kristine Cucinotta Murphy
You made me go to that church, I told you I didn’t want to go. Between services I told you I wanted to leave. You got mad because I wanted to leave and you didn’t. I went to get my things and they were gone. They took it all, my laptop, notebooks, my phone, my wallet, my coat and my boots! Only thing they didn’t take were my keys because they were still in the camper.
He said “Oh you had to take your boots off in that church?” I said “Yes! In the one area of the church you did and all you said to me in the dream was, ” Well, I have my boots on.”
He tells me “It’s just a dream, it’s not real.”
I said “Uh huh! You didn’t even care my stuff was stolen nor help me look, I’m picking up coats that look like mine and people snapping at me it was their coat and I kept apologizing explaining what happened to them and all they cared about was their coat.”
“It will be ok”, mine husband tries to comfort me with.
I said “No, my stuff is gone. I don’t even have boots!”
He says, “Well maybe it’s time to get new stuff. I have my boots because I have to go to work, you don’t need boots.”
“I still have to go outside, you don’t even care. It’s not the stuff”, I continued “It’s that you didn’t even care about me, just what you wanted.”
He said, ” I do care look, I spent all morning getting your stuff back. Here it’s all right here.” Showing me my stuff.
Giggle – That was a Heart come back! Go God Go!
And Jesus went into the temple of God, and cast out all them that sold and bought in the temple, and overthrew the tables of the moneychangers, and the seats of them that sold doves, And said unto them, It is written, My house shall be called the house of prayer; but ye have made it a den of thieves.”–Matthew 21:12-13