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Tuesday, February 21, 2012
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.
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.
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.
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.
morning, I read my scripture prayer for the day, and this is what was there….