In my dream last night, I was laying in bed, struggling to live. There was a huge battle raging all around me. Just when I thought that all hope was lost, suddenly a great light burst into the room and I looked up to see one of my pastors leaping into the fray. The focus of the battle momentarily turned to focus on pastor. Just then, while the enemy's head was turned, pastor thrust out his hand to touch me on my chest. As he laid his hand upon me I heard him say, Jesus heals the broken hearted! I woke up expecting to see my room in disarray but it was just dark.
Not every dream is a God dream. But in my struggle with heart failure, this dream was significant. In the middle of the night someone was praying for me. I am grateful for those who remember me to God in prayer.
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