whispered wind and cracked cement

I remember a dream I had the first year or so after I stopped going to church. 

I hadn’t had any support from most of my family and I did have judgment.  Yet I knew I was following God.

I dream I was in the chapel and people in a group in front of me were talking about me or whispering or something and then Jesus came in the chapel.  He came and stood behind my back.  And the impression was clear that he was showing those people that he had my back and was backing me up.

I woke up that day feeling the comfort and love from God.