Last night I dreamt that I walked into a church carrying an infant in my arms. I walked down the outside isle of this church up to one of the front rows. Maybe about row three from the front. I sat down with the baby and fed it a bottle. I sat it up to burp it and knew that it would probably spit up a little bit, so, reluctantly, I got up and headed down the center isle to the back of the church. Service had already begun, and an anointed, woman evangelist was coming down the isle toward me speaking forth the Word. I put the baby on my shoulder and before I knew it, the baby had vomited over my shoulder and all over the carpet behind me. When I got to the back of the church, there was vomit all the way down the isle. I was upset and wanted to help clean it up but someone had already done it. I was also upset because I had missed the anointed message.
Any thoughts?
~Kim
