I had one of the most unique dreams I had ever had. I was standing in front of a waterfall roughly four times the size of Niagara.
It's said on the maid of the mist that the boat can only go so far into the falls flow before its literally doing all it can it get under the massive water down pour.
The difference in this dream is that water fall I observed had no top seemly. It was just a rush of white water falling for hundreds of feet. Nothing was visible behind it and nothing man made could get under it without being destroyed.
The wind that the falling water produces were thick with humidity and sharply penatrated the air with pure oxygen richer than anyone human could breathe.
As I awake lying in my bed I am quickly arrested by this reality that this dream is a representation of my position to the flow of a great force. A force which cannot be redirected nor can it be contained because it flows from such high places and with such ferocity it dare not be challenged.
A moment of meditation reveals what that water is...the free flow of God s grace.
Somehow I believe that I could stand under this fall without being hurt. I innately knew that once there all that is on me will no longer be neither will I look the same. My immediate reference to what was on me was pertaining to the inner struggles in various sins, to ways of processing and disposition towards all others.
Fact is that Gods grace is like that just got to renew my mind to this over whelming truth.