When I dream, I dream of Israel. His presence filling the atmosphere with an aroma of God’s goodness and faithfulness. Israel, the place where his Word is less a book and more a story being lived out each and every second. I dream of my God whose love is so deep that he came and dwelled amongst us in humility and sacrifice. I dream of my God whose patience and compassion is so profound that he has revealed his face to us since the very beginning, guiding us into deeper relationship with him. And when I wake up I feel a longing in my heart for the communion I had there.