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Saturday night I dreamt I was held cradled in His arms, all rolled up in the tiniest of balls, like an infant, snug and secure. It seemed to me that I was wrapped in something soft and warm, perhaps like fur or soft wool, with only my face showing, and I have the image of myself smiling and asleep in that place, looking simply calm and contented and utterly peaceful.

That is for me the image of what M/s is and becomes at its best and finest...quiet and serene and without any struggle at all.

swan