Last night, really this morning as I was not wanting to get
up, I had a dream. I dreamed I was coming out of an old building. It
was a church or school or something. There were several steps and
landings to go down. I was peddling on a bike. My whole family was on
the back of the bike and I was trying to keep us balanced and upright. I
was anxious and a little fearful. I started down the stairs. They
were crumbling beneath me, then I would come to a landing for a second
or two only to go down 3 or 4 more steps. This went on for a few
moments until suddenly I lost control of the bike and we were about to
fall. Then I woke up.
This morning as I have sat pondering
trying to calm my soul from the late night, the crazy activity night at
church, the late start this morning, the late kids to school, the anger
and frustration of all that is not done around the house and all that
is required of me tonight I was reminded of that dream. But then I was
reminded of the angels that are all around me, holding me up and keeping
me from falling. I still felt like they were just able to keep up but
were running just as fast as I was speeding out of control but then the
image of my Savior came into my head. I picture Him putting his hands
on the handle bars and guiding me down the stairs. There are still
bumps, still speed, but it is controlled and it is buffeted as to what
it could be. I am much more calm knowing that He has the handles. I
relax and feel grateful. 
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