Wake up from the mortal dream

When the troubles of life seem like a nightmare, it helps to remember that Christ, Truth, stirs us to wake up to healing.

Early one morning, just before waking, I was dreaming that I was picking up some pieces of glass from the ground so that others would not get hurt on them. I was acutely aware of their sharp and dangerous edges.

Then an unusual thing happened. I became aware that I was slowly waking up. I hurried to think of a place (in dreamland) where I could put the pieces of glass so that I would not have them in my hand in bed when I woke up. I mentally scanned a few places quickly, but there were no immediately satisfactory answers, and in a moment, I woke up.

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