Returning Adopted Baby Dream
Last night I had another baby dream... but this one was different. I had adopted a beautiful baby boy with blond hair and blue eyes. From what I had been told, he had been abandoned. He had the sweetest disposition, was cuddly, trusting, and helpless. I fell absolutely in love with him. After about a year of nurturing and bonding with him, a family bearing a very close resemblance to him, with 4 children already, came to town looking for him and said that he was theirs. They said that they hadn't abandoned him, but lost him and now wanted him back. This was devastating to me, but of course I did hand him over - again sobbing and sobbing and waking up to real tears and a sore throat.
The next part of my dream was about sin, exposure, shame, and defeat - even sin that I was a less than enthusiastic participant in, but somehow tangled up in nonetheless.
The next part of my dream was about sin, exposure, shame, and defeat - even sin that I was a less than enthusiastic participant in, but somehow tangled up in nonetheless.