I had an odd dream this morning. I had forgotten it until I saw a post this morning on Facebook of a picture of a cassette.
I was holding one in my hand and there were more before me. Each one was wrapped very neatly in gift/wrapping paper. I was to open each, one at a time. I knew what they were even though they were wrapped.
I haven’t seen a cassette in many years.
James 1:17 Every good gift and every perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of lights with whom there is no variation or shadow due to change.