I woke up from the most incredible dream. And I thought, "Oh, that makes more sense. It was a dream." For through the entire dream I kept thinking, this is strange. Upon realizing it was only a dream, my heart sank some. And immediately Cinderella's voice came to my mind. I spent the entire morning with "A dream is a wish your heart makes, when you're fast asleep" playing in the background of my mind, or heart, or everything.

Perhaps I just spotted why the bad attitude, and discontentment. Oh my. Lord, give me strength to dream, but let my hopes be set in nothing but Your will and glory being revealed. Let not my heart be dismayed, nor let discouragement taint the waters that I write.