So Did God Give Me The Bad Dream Or Did The Devil?
This morning, Agbenu woke up and came to our bedroom to say good morning. After we exchanged greetings and hugs, she sat at the foot of our bed with a dejected demeanor. Me: “Are you ok, mama?” Agbenu: “I had a bad dream.” Me: “Ok, tell me about it.” Agbenu: “I know this is not true because it’s only a dream, but it scared me. So, we were somewhere, and I can’t really describe the place. God was there and…