We were blessed to have dinner with one of the cutest couples I know last night. I like the Inghams because we sit around and talk for hours after dinner and it's always about good stuff - Jesus stuff. Last night was no exception.
Several hours later I was having a terrifying dream. I won't go into it because I'm told no one likes to hear about dreams, but suffice to say I felt myself catch fire. I woke up probably at the point that I would have passed out from the pain, and I have never, ever felt such a strong presence that was not God.
I don't know if it was strong or if I was sensitive, but I was probably more startled upon waking than I was scared in the dream. It was right there and I could feel it look at me and sneer. I moved to wake up my husband to pray with me, and it turned in an instant, "Oh don't do that. He's sleeping, and you know how hard it is for him to fall asleep. You're just imagining it. Just go back to sleep." He's a liar, and the father of it, eh?
Everything was fine in about 10 minutes, but it was strange.