This morning, I awoke to a dream. Laura was pregnant, and I was talking to her dad, although her dad wasnt Taylor. While on the phone to her dad, Laura tells me that we are going to move back in together. This was awesome – we were both crying and all excited.
Then, I looked up, and I saw a neighborhood street with houses on it. We were sitting on the sidewalk in front of this old, smaller church. It was like it had been planted there long ago, and they just build houses around it. I got the sense that the church was ours.
House church? Neighborhood church? Are we going to plant a church, LORD?