I was wondering if anyone could help me understand a dream I had about 3 years ago. My husband and I had been married for about two years. He joined the army two days after we were married, so wed been at our duty station for about 1 ½ years. One night, I was lying in bed with my arm around my husband, while he was sleeping. I believe I was talking to God, although Im not sure what about specifically. Im fairly sure I was praying for him or us, getting ready to fall asleep.
Then it seemed as though my arm that was around my sleeping husband went empty. Like I was alone, and I felt that so deeply that I started to cry. And then I thought to myself, I am going to have to give him up for a while.
About two to three months after that is when I had the dream that I am asking about.
In my dream there was a war going on and we were on one side of the fight. My dream involved a day with the war going on around me. I was definitely on a side, but Im not sure I was a soldier. Then my husband came riding on a white horse, holding a white sword above his head. I watched as he rode up a slight incline and then they dove into a shimmering pool of liquid and vanished from sight. In my dream I was very distraught and thought he was dead, but then I heard a gentle male voice say No, remember you are going to have to give him up for a while.
It was about two or three months after that when my husband got his orders for Iraq. He spent 13 months over there in an area that got attacked everyday. Although peace had been declared by then, he was definitely a soldier at war. I remember hearing things when he would call me from the phone tent, and once he hung up on me in a hurry, after saying That was close, got to go. It was a scary time. Two weeks after he left on deployment I found out we had conceived and I was pregnant. But I stayed at peace because there was much prayer going on for us, and because of the dream. Im not saying that I knew he would return, I just felt like God was in control and knew what was happening and his will, whatever that was, would be done. I was confident of that, and I was okay with that. I did find it a bit bizarre that I was so calm about all the whole thing.
My husband did come home, but like a soldier from war. He was changed. Before he left he was playing the violin in our worship team at church. Its been two years and he hasnt even pulled his bow across the strings. Thats just one example of the different man he is. Anyways, if someone knows where Im going with this, that would be great. Any insights would be terrific. Thanks!!
Then it seemed as though my arm that was around my sleeping husband went empty. Like I was alone, and I felt that so deeply that I started to cry. And then I thought to myself, I am going to have to give him up for a while.
About two to three months after that is when I had the dream that I am asking about.
In my dream there was a war going on and we were on one side of the fight. My dream involved a day with the war going on around me. I was definitely on a side, but Im not sure I was a soldier. Then my husband came riding on a white horse, holding a white sword above his head. I watched as he rode up a slight incline and then they dove into a shimmering pool of liquid and vanished from sight. In my dream I was very distraught and thought he was dead, but then I heard a gentle male voice say No, remember you are going to have to give him up for a while.
It was about two or three months after that when my husband got his orders for Iraq. He spent 13 months over there in an area that got attacked everyday. Although peace had been declared by then, he was definitely a soldier at war. I remember hearing things when he would call me from the phone tent, and once he hung up on me in a hurry, after saying That was close, got to go. It was a scary time. Two weeks after he left on deployment I found out we had conceived and I was pregnant. But I stayed at peace because there was much prayer going on for us, and because of the dream. Im not saying that I knew he would return, I just felt like God was in control and knew what was happening and his will, whatever that was, would be done. I was confident of that, and I was okay with that. I did find it a bit bizarre that I was so calm about all the whole thing.
My husband did come home, but like a soldier from war. He was changed. Before he left he was playing the violin in our worship team at church. Its been two years and he hasnt even pulled his bow across the strings. Thats just one example of the different man he is. Anyways, if someone knows where Im going with this, that would be great. Any insights would be terrific. Thanks!!
