A Donkey's Dream

Around four months after losing my wife, being able to fall asleep was hard sometimes. One night, the thought of the donkey carrying Jesus entered my mind, and it continued to grow daily. Around the fourth night, when I couldn't stop thinking about it, I sat up in my bed and said aloud, "Okay, I will write it down." But there was no one there except me and the Holy Spirit. This is how this story began.