blog in the form of a dream...really

But since we belong to the day, let us be sober, putting on faith and love as a breastplate, and the hope of salvation as a helmet.

Thessalonians 5:8 (NIV)

Today’s blog came in the form of a dream…really.  I think I scared the (not expletive deleted, but something deleted) out of my husband when I ninja kicked off all the sheets and our denim comforter (shipping weight 12.7 pounds). Okay, so let me start at the beginning, sort of.  Usually, in the 15 preceding days that I’ve prayed for my husband, I started the blog with the subject of the daily prayer…hold on, we’ll get to that in time, and in another stunning reversal…I’m going to start this blog with the line usually reserved for the ending…God is good.

Ailey American Dance Theater's Linda Celeste Sims.
Photo by Andrew Eccles.  

I awakened in a bit of a panic this morning from a nightmare.  I have a vivid imagination and lots of dreams but do not generally suffer nightmares.  Last night in my dream…I remember entering our home at night with my beloved and the Little Ws (15 and 11).  My husband, sensing something, moves us quickly to the side with quick, sharp words.  Suddenly, an intruder dressed in dark clothes and wearing a ski mask runs down the stairs, like his intent is to run past my husband and out the front door.  Instead, he stops and aims a handgun, point blank, at my husband.  In one swift move, (probably based on something seen in my son’s karate class) I kick the gun out of the intruder’s hand, knocking him off his feet.  He flies into the air and onto his back as the covers come completely off the bed.  I awaken, panicked, calming myself as I realize it was only a dream. 

My husband responds instantly, asking if I’m okay.  I reach out my hand, telling him I had a nightmare, and begin to recount the tale.  He settles me and tells me not to talk; to go back to sleep.  I do.

In the morning, I tell my husband about my dream.  I tell him that the enemy is NOT PLEASED with our praying.  We laugh, and I joke about being engaged in spiritual warfare.  We get dressed, I drive him to the train station, the day begins.

Later this morning, I read my scripture prayer for the day, and this is what was there….

Prayer for our Husbands, Day 16
That he would be a man who enters into spiritual warfare.

Nothing else to say, except this…in my dream, I kicked the weapon away and the intruder landed on his (AMEN).