I had a dream. It was a marvelous dream. It was a dream of love, and of hope. Of sun, and of light. Of happiness, and joy. It was a dream of pain, and sorrow. Of tears and anguish. Of brokenness. And death. And it was a dream of resurrection. A dream of rebirth, and healing. A dream of revival.
And I hoped, and prayed that it would remain with me -- that I would wake up renewed. That I would wake up restored . . . And then I realized that it was with me all along. The hope and revival. The love and rebirth. It was all inside me. I just had to believe.