I keep having the same dream in which I am standing on a small wooden boat in the middle of the ocean. Across the water, I can see Jesus standing on the water, beckoning me to him. I start walking towards him, but everytime I do, I fall into the water. One time I got most of the way across, so far that I could almost touch his outstretched hand, but then his smile faltered, and I was consumed by the waves.
What good is forgiveness if you can't forgive yourself?
The idle mind tends to sink.
Prove me wrong.
