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In His Loving Arms
My eyes are shut, and I’m somewhere between being asleep and awake. I see Jesus approaching a large, white building. He is wearing a long, white robe, as in my first dream, and every subsequent encounter. I, too, am wearing white. I vividly recall wearing a white pantsuit and a pair of dark heels. As Jesus nears the entrance of this building, I narrowly close in. Because of the shoes, I labor to keep up with His pace. Assuming He knows that I’m struggling, He stops and tu

Bre Jackson
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