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Kamalayka
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I had a dream a couple weeks ago. In the dream, I was in a workshop working with wood (which is odd for me to do). In the dream, I was hammering a nail into a wooden board. I looked away for a second, and when I looked back, the wood was now a Bible.
“I was hammering a nail right through the Word of God,” was the first thought in my mind.What bothered me the most, however, was the fact that I didn’t want to stop because I would feel “stupid” (because people were watching me and expecting me to do it).
“I was hammering a nail right through the Word of God,” was the first thought in my mind.What bothered me the most, however, was the fact that I didn’t want to stop because I would feel “stupid” (because people were watching me and expecting me to do it).