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The dock sways gently with the waves.  The sun sparkles on the water as the chilly wind whisks away my tears.  I read Ephesians 1:8.  "I pray that the eyes of your heart may be enlightened in order that you may know the hope to which he has called you, the riches of his glorious inheritance in the saints..."   I picture Makiah singing and doing the arm motions to one of her favorite songs, "Open the Eyes of My Heart."  I think of the book Mary Beth Chapman signed and the note she wrote encouraging us to "choose to see."

Although the sun is shining brightly here at my in-laws lake house, I feel more then ever that I see through a glass dimly.  I think more about Ephesians 1:18, and I feel prompted to write down all of the dreams or pictures of heaven and Makiah and our family that others have shared with me since October 8th.  Maybe recording these experiences will help me to "know the hope to which he has called" me.

I write and write.  One story from a precious friend comes to mind.  Her family has been praying for us daily. She told me her 3 year old came running to her one day after his nap, and said he had a dream that they were building a fire next to Mrs. Rachel.  He said it was not too big or too small and that they were bringing sticks to put in the fire to keep me warm.  What a beautiful picture of intercession.   Out of the mouths of babes.

Another little friend of Makiah's also had a dream.  He said that in the dream they played and it was really fun.  He said she told him that God really does know all the hairs on your head.  He told his mommy it was cool...

She can see clearly now.

My tears stream down faster than the wind can snatch them away so it picks up speed.  The red and yellow leaves have almost disappeared from the waving trees.  The bright sun is climbing high now, and I can feel its warmth on my wet face.  My natural eyes see beauty all around.  Lord, please enlighten the eyes of my heart- that they can see more than this deep, crushing darkness.  Thank you for those who are putting sticks in the fire to help drive away the the dark and the cold.  I really do want to see...

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