On the Road to Becoming a Saint

I woke up on April 6, 2025, at 3:29 am, not knowing how the Lord had asked me to write this.

I woke up from a dream that I was becoming delusional from taking my bipolar medication.  In my dream, I was reminded that my friend went to Hong Kong.  My other friend had told me this in her condo, where my brothers, mother, and I were staying.  I was so sure in my dream, God was reminding me of what my brothers had told me in the past.  Also, my friend, whom I will call Shirley, had a baby whom my other friend, whom I will call Tracy, visited in Hong Kong, and had cradled.  I thanked the Lord for reminding me of the conversation I had with my brothers.

By this time, Shirley probably had 2 kids.  When I woke up, all the tables were turned; she had only one boy, and she lived in the USA.  I decided I would check with her later in the morning, subtly inquiring if she and her family were okay.

My medication had been giving me dreams, not being able to tell reality from fictional life.

Even in my dreams, I believed the Lord tapped into my recess.  What was he trying to tell me?  I wrote this, finally, understanding that He wanted to assure me that writing was my own voice.  The one that I had felt missing in my marriage.