Emphasis Preaching Journal

It was a recurring dream. In it she was on a journey, one she had been on for many years. She was walking down a forest path between two raging rivers. In the distance ahead of her, she could see something that seemed to block her way. As she approached she found it was a wooden wall the top of which disappeared into the branches of lofty trees that grew so close to the wooden planks the barricade almost seemed to be a part of them. She could not go around this edifice; it extended completely across the path, all the way to the rivers on either side.