nccmrm97 (@nccmrm97)

https://youtu.be/8VhTFIz3kug #RebHess #RebHessMusic #AgentOpus #aigenerated #Worship #Gospel #relationships #love #WhatLoveCostMe #EmmaSmith #JosephSmith #mymusic #music #dreams "Wrought" should be "Rod" "When the promise flees" should be "When the promise bleeds" I dreamt of going down an escalator and seeing three men walking in my direction. One of them was portraying Joseph Smith. I think one of them was Brigham Young, but not sure. I started to get teary-eyed and wanted to cry, but didn’t want to cry there. They stopped at the store at the bottom of the escalator, facing the way they came, standing at the right side of the opening, slightly at an angle to the escalator. The other man was closer to the store. When I got down, I went over and hugged Joseph, putting my head on his left shoulder. He said that he wasn’t allowed to do that, so I brought my head up a bit. After several seconds, he relaxed and gently put my head back down on his shoulder. He had put his hand on my jaw, and I wondered if he felt any hair. We were the same height. I was thinking of asking him about “being” with Emma and the loss of the twins. I knew that was an inappropriate question and wasn’t really going to ask. I wanted to hug him longer, but was consciously aware of his time and that there were probably others who wanted to see him. I was thinking that maybe he “could” be my husband.