He Paints my Dreams

I love the color of dreams......you know, when you have dreams of great adventure or of complete tranquility. I remember having a dream right before the first snow fall...I was on a train, heading to no where in particular. I stood up on the seat and it felt as if I'm flying above homes that are nestled quietly in the country side. I remember looking at the tops of the trees and ruff tops, and being in awe of the snow glistening in the sunlight. And when I looked up into the sky, soft lavenders, pale blues and a kiss of pink cascaded across the sky......vivid colors that left me breathless.....and then the train stop I step out into the silence, standing....listening.......watching each snow flake fall softly to the ground....Those kind of dreams..............I love it when He paints my dreams...........