I had a rather peculiar dream the other night.
It seemed to be set in the future at some indeterminate point. I had come to the conclusion that I was simply never going to have children of my own, it was not in the cards. How old I was, I'm not sure. But I was having a conversation with My Boss. (Not the Pastor.)
I remember very little of what we discussed, except for one part. While I assured Him that I would never question His Divine Plan or anything like that, I did want to know one thing.
"Why did You decide not to give me children?"
"What are you talking about? I gave you twelve."
Food for thought if I ever had any.
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