My beloved husband passed away on June 24, 2016. Writing often helps me process the pain and manage the flood of emotions. So below are just some random thoughts, prayers, and revelations, as I attempt to navigate this road of grief, by the loving grace of God. 2 Corinthians 1:3-4
Saturday, July 9, 2016
Dream
Since July 24th, sleep has not come easy. I usually doze off for a bit and then wake up in terror, heart pounding, with vivid, desperate dreams. I can describe the dreams but they basically all involve trying to reach or communicate to Ryan that Friday, and I fail every time. A friend of mine is worried about the cortisol running through my body for so long causing PTSD. I agree it is taking a toll on my mentally and physically. I have never been one to remember any dreams I ever have, so this is new and very scary to me. It is exhausting. Yesterday I tried to nap and the same thing kept happing, so I gave up trying. Last night before bed, out of pure exhaustion, I finally gave in and took a sleep aid and prayed, asking God for a spirit of comfort and to bind away any spirits in this house, except his, throughout the night.
I actually slept for 8 hours, 11pm-7am! Praise God! I did have a vivid dream but it was a different one. In my dream I sitting and when I looked up, I saw Ryan. Unlike my other dreams, I was aware that he was not alive so I was shocked to see him. I couldn't get up but I called his name and he looked at me. I called it again and he came over to me and he said, "I am so, so sorry. I love you so very much." It was like I was just frozen to my spot and I kept reaching for him. He came to me and hugged me and kissed me. And it was like I knew I was dreaming or I knew he wasn't real and yet I could still feel his hug and his kiss. I could tell him I loved him so much and missed him so badly and hold him for a few seconds. Then he had to leave. I asked him to please be back, like to visit me, and I think he nodded.
After he left my dream moved on to chaos, like evil in the form of a distorted person seemed to show up and I was yelling for it to be squashed and rebuked in the name of Jesus. It stood there watching me and I fled from the evil. It didn't follow me, just watched me flee. But that moment with Ryan was peaceful. He was wearing the red t-shirt and jeans he wore often and he had a smile that showed no pain, just peace. He was quiet and very slow and focused on me and seemed not able to stay long though, just a quick visit. He seemed hesitant to hug me, but I was reaching so desperately for him and his hug and kiss did comfort me.
I had to share that. I'm lying here this morning sobbing and crying as I type this because I miss him SO SO much, but I know this is beyond my imagination running wild and a small glimpse of comfort from God. He can occasionally lift the veil to heaven for us. I feel so sad right now and can't stop crying this morning, but the panic in my cry is gone, just a deep sorrow and free flowing tears. I know Ryan is at peace and he is with God and he is taking care of each of us and protecting us, so lovingly, from heaven.
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