i was riding a rickety antique bicycle down a grassy road. i was going to my son's home. (note: my son lives in town not in the woods).
anyway, i have tall grass on either side and suddenly there is an open place and i see my son's small brick home in the corner of the lot. there is an empty clothes line. as i approach the yard, the brakes are not working on the bike and i am headed straight for the clothes line. as i get near the clothes line my bike falls to pieces. i get up and notice my son isn't home. it becomes dark and there is lightening in front of me and a cliff behind me. i'm yelling there is a God and He is real. i yell this over and over.
i have a great relationship with my son and we are both Christians, however, my daughter just left for college and is no longer attending church.
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