I’ve been having nightmares. Unusual kind of nightmares. Violent, bloody, gory, graphic nightmares.
My bedtime routine is intentionally calming. Once I shower there is no more television. I sit with a book usually one that is spiritual in nature and read for a bit. Then I have a short quiet time and I go to sleep. Usually this leads to quick sleep and pleasant dreams. But twice over the last 5 days I have had horrible dreams.
The first of these dreams happened last Wednesday. It was so disturbing I woke myself up. I looked at the clock and it was 4:10 a.m. I usually wake up at about 4:30 a.m. to work out and on this morning I was so upset by my dream that I decided to sleep in. And that really didn’t help make things any better. But I think what I was trying to have another dream that was better so I could wake up feeling better. That didn’t work out so well.
Then on Saturday while I was perusing Facebook I saw a post from a Facebook friend talking about how she couldn’t believe the enemy would attack her in her sleep. She had an absolutely terrible nightmare that left her shaken when she woke up. She asked for prayers. This got me thinking and praying for her.
Then early Monday morning I had another horrible dream. There were several of them all connected together in an incoherent way. The last dream was like something out of a horror movie I would never watch. And in my dream as things became a bloody frenzy, literally, I found myself saying, “In Jesus’ name, peace, be still.” And the vivid, shocking images instantly became blurry. I kept repeating, “Peace, be still. Peace, be still. In Jesus’ name.” And then the whole thing faded to black and it was gone. I opened my eyes, looked at my clock and it was 4:10 a.m.
I suddenly realized what was happening: the enemy was trying to ruin my day before it even started. I went back to sleep and when my alarm clock went off at 4:30 a.m. I jumped out of bed and worked out. The enemy wasn’t going to get me down today. Messing with my dreams is not going to ruin my day nor is it going to keep me from doing the things that I know God wants me to do.
It is now Monday evening and I am getting ready for bed. I decided to open up my Bible before getting into my quiet time. I’m slowly making my way through Mark and started at Mark 4:33. I kept reading and got to Mark 4:39. This is when Jesus and the disciples are on a boat in a storm and Jesus is asleep with his head on a pillow. The disciples are panicking and asked him, “Teacher do you not care that we are perishing?”
And what did he do? Oh my gosh, seriously! It was a goosebump moment. He said, “Peace, be still.” And the wind ceased and there was a great calm. Then he asked the disciples, “Why are you so fearful? How is it that you have no faith?”
I realized, through this verse, that during my dream I had no fear and I had immense faith. This prompted me to jot something down in the blog. It seemed important.
If you ever find yourself in the midst of a horrific dream tell it “In Jesus’ name, peace, be still.” and see what happens.
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