Dream: God at arm's length?

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I had a dream last night that I was travelling through a landscape. There were artifacts in one building, which may have been a very old factory. There had been a fire and maybe a plague, which brought an end to a happy and prosperous time. The artifacts filled me with nostalgia and regret. 

Later, I was on an airplane. I suddenly realized that I had been holding Hid at arms length.  But I did not want to. I decided that I would love and trust God with my whole heart. Come what may, He would be my God and I would trust Him, as before. 

That was the end of the dream.

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