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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.
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).


  1. WOWZERS! I just got chills! I've had things similar to this happen and it's so powerful. I so appreciate the way you and your husband communicate and hold each other up and individuals and together. I hope you're dreams are beautiful tonight!

  2. WOW! I know the enemy is mad at the praying warriors we have been for our husbands! My girlfriend called me yesterday just to say "Thank You" for passing it on.

    I ask God each day to remind my husband of whose he is, and to trust Him through it all. There are challenges ahead; and quite frankly, always will be for believers. So, stay prayed up...and God bless you and your family, Chelle!

    You have blessed many homes with this challenge, and we are all better for it! We're all in "GOD" hands...the greatest place to be.

  3. Whoa, that is amazing! And such a vivid dream, too! Once I smacked my husband in the chest while I was sleeping, and woke up both up. I was dreaming that he had been cheating on me!

  4. I really believe that God speaks to us even in our sleep! I actually pray this over my kids every night:) I love this dream because spiritual warfare is sooo real. Love this!

  5. What a cool dream! God IS so good to us!

  6. Love this - thanks for linking up at my blog hop. This is a great post!

    -Pamela, InspiredByFelicity.blogspot.com

  7. Years ago, I dreamed that the "Oogles" were after my husband. In my dream, I battled the Oogles to save him. In reality, I kicked him out of bed and onto the floor. Oopsies!!!

    Many many years later, I was in a ceramics shop in a small mountain town. They had little clay "oogles" -- I'd NEVER seen one before. Of course, I bought the cute little guy and gave him to my husband. At least I seem a bit less crazy now! :)

    Fun memories, right? :)

    1. Karen, hysterical! That's when we know they love us anyway, right?

  8. HAha! This was fun to read. I love the dancer pic!


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