I don’t fully understand spiritual warfare and I think that’s ok.
About a week ago I started having some pretty awful dreams and I couldn’t make it through the night without waking up a couple times. I always sleep through the night and I haven’t had nightmares since I was a child so I was pretty reluctant to speak about anything out loud. I was even a little apprehensive to call my dreams nightmares since I so closely linked that with childhood and I did not see that as something that happens to adults.
Two nights ago I had a morbid dream that just weighed me down… I woke up at 3am and just started praying, “God take these images away and like this have no place here”… and then doubt crept in… “this isn’t from you, right?” I slept very little the rest of the night and found myself completely exhausted. I dismissed a lot and figured I was just catching the cold that was going around; I thought my physical exhaustion was just the beginning of getting ill. I had become so worn down that I made the decision to skip dinner and just sleep but when I crawled in bed I found myself near tears because I was half afraid to close my eyes and fall asleep again.
When I woke up from my nap I was talking with Luke and I mentioned not sleeping well and my bad dreams. He suggested that I ask my roommates to pray: there it was… the answer I was overlooking. I asked Sarah to pray for me and then before we fell asleep both Bri and Lisa prayed over our room too. I am happy to announce that I slept the whole night through.
Luke 10:19
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