She tells me I'll adore him... yet there's not a single thing she has told me about him that sounds very appealing.
Why is it that God sometimes seems to beat around the bush in answering my prayers? I wasn't the one bold enough to ask the question aloud, but I can't deny that I've wondered it. A lot.
I began trying to dream last year and I found it to be one of the hardest things ever, because my mind had been trained against it.