I see…
I see the death of an old era…
I see the ashes of the cremated remains of ‘good old days…’being scattered into the spacious sea of forgetfulness…              
I see sure deliverance from a sick paradox, which christens days, which are old as good as if there is anything so called to every mind, who is sound…
Out of the ashes of the dead old era and cremated remains of ‘good old day,’ I see the unstoppable springing forth of a bright NEW day…
I smell this with the breath of  divine HOPE…
I grab it with the arms of invincible FAITH…
It is a gift…
Yes, NEW is a priceless gift from my FATHER in Heaven who gives NEW ALWAYS, charging me never to get used to the tempting comforts and trappings of the old…
I see the sound of abundance of RAIN…
I see NEW…
What do you see?
Do have an INSPIRED week.
Taiwo Akinlami Sober on his Knees on his Knees on the LORD’S Day