When I was five or six
years old, I had a dream where I saw a group of people, some of whom I
recognized. We were all standing in a
circle and holding hands in the middle of my family’s living room. We all looked up at the ceiling where an
angel was coming down. The angel had
something in his hand. I remember that
it was something we all greatly desired.
After the angel came down, he went around to each person asking if we
would make a promise to be good all our lives; and if we would, then the angel
would give us what he had in his hand.
He warned us that if we promised to be good, and broke that promise,
what he had in his hand would be taken away from us.
When the angel came to
me, he asked if I could make the promise to be good. I remember saying that I didn’t know if I
could be good for the rest of my life.
My sister McKenzie said, “We’ll help you.” Everybody else agreed and said that they
would help me too. I remember feeling so
encouraged by this. I then told the angel
I would try my hardest to be good, and he gave me what was in his hand.
Although I don’t remember what was in his hand, or what everything in my dream
meant, I can say that this dream has helped me to remember to “be good” and to
try my hardest to encourage others to “be good” as well.
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