A few nights ago as I was retiring to my bed, I thought of Christian. Now gone for almost two years, I asked him, “Where are you? Are you close by… or far, far away? Please come for a visit. We miss you so, so much!”
With this, I fell fast asleep.
The next morning I woke up remembering this dream….
There was a room where my life played out. In it, I lived, slept and did all the things of life.
While I was going about my business there, I became aware that I could hear Christian in the room next door. Dumbfounded, I thought to myself, “Knowing how much I’ve missed him, and with all our time apart, why hadn’t he come in to spend every chance he got?”
“I’m aware of you, but I can not always come,
There are things that I must do, but I can visit some.
So please do not despair, and think I’ve gone away,
For I am always close, I’m just a room away.”