I used to attend a wonderful church in Virginia. I loved it, loved the pastor and people. I was part of something, something good. I have never found the same thing here, in NC. Not to say it isn't here. I think it was just a different time in my life when I had different needs and things to offer, when I needed a different church. After praise and worship service there was always a time reserved for prayer. A time to feel God's presence . A time to be one with Him and open your heart. It was always peaceful for me. This was a time in my life where I was alone, unattached to anyone or anything. I was just waiting for life to begin. It was just me and God. I used to have this vision during that peaceful prayer time. I was being carried by Christ. I couldn't make it on my own and all had been surrendered. But I could not walk on anymore by myself. I needed help. I yeilded to His hand. He picked me up and carried me across a rocky river. The vision would always end when we ca...