Dreams...

I had the strangest dreams last night. The most vivid one, I was awake in the middle of the night and Greg was in bed next to me sound asleep. It was like I could feel his impression in the bed and everything. Instead of making me want to cry my eyes out like I would have expected it to, it made me feel at peace.

It's amazing what dreams can do. It's also astounds me how quickly the message of dreams can be attacked. As soon as I wrote it, I was suddenly stricken with an irrational fear about maybe something happened to Greg. But I know nothing happened. That wasn't the feeling of the dream. The dream seemed to say that everything is right for now and it will be right again. That's Greg's coming home to me again when this time is up. There was no feeling grief, or good bye or longing, just peace and relief. I can also know that nothing's happened to him, because the Army would have notified me by now.

God can use dreams to speak of many different things, to bring peace, reassurance of a promise, pictures of the future. But those messages can be so brutally attacked.