When I first stopped attending meetings about 6 years ago, I was still a believer. One vivid dream that I still remember was attending a rodeo. It was the saddle bronc event. I can remember the horse, brown and white. The rider fell and got his foot caught in the stirrup. The horse was stomping on him. I stood up and yelled out, "Jehovah, please save him." Those sitting around me just stared, but the rider was alright. I remember waking up and feeling relieved and saying to myself..well, at least I still believe.
I don't have dreams like that anymore.
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