Hunny had a dream in which God wore a plaid shirt and looked like Andy Griffith. It was an oddball answer to a couple days of illness. And I want to share it with you because I enjoy the way Father performs uniquely in our life.
Tremendous pain coaxed him to call me home from work but my Hunny wouldn’t concede because he’s a tough guy. So upon my arrival, we began the process: vitamins, herbs, and prayer. I tried to visualize him well, but it was a weak vision at best. Continue reading GOD WEARS A PLAID SHIRT