Dreams
I've always belived that our loved ones can visit us in our dreams. My mom did and now my husband. In both cases, there was something undreamlike about the dream, a sort of reality mixed in with it.
I'd asked God for a visit from my husband. Mom visited several times before she told me she was ready to stay at home with the Lord and was only here because I hadn't let go. When I did, she never appeared again in the same manner. In other words, my dreams about mom became just that. Dreams.
A few days ago I had one about my husband. He came to me in the dream and said he was learning so much in Heaven. And then he told me what he was studying.
When I woke up, I immediately started writing everything down. And I thought about what I'd asked the Father about seeing my husband. I'd wanted something that absolutely stood out that it was not a dream but indeed a visit from Heaven. As I wrote this dream down, I described the light that surrounded my husband, the contented smile, his youthful apperance. I also wrote down what he was studying. He'd said he was studying all sorts of things including Malni.
Malni was so confusing to me as I could find nothing about this on the internet. I did figure it out eventually. My poor hearing seems to occur even as I sleep for what I really heard was Yahweh, which is the Hebrew name for God.
I was raised Catholic and converted to the Protestant faith years ago. In all my years I have always said God. Not even in my dreams would I have thought Yahweh.
I am so thankful to God for this visitation. I feel that I've received so much comfort from this. It carries me through the bad days.
I'd asked God for a visit from my husband. Mom visited several times before she told me she was ready to stay at home with the Lord and was only here because I hadn't let go. When I did, she never appeared again in the same manner. In other words, my dreams about mom became just that. Dreams.
A few days ago I had one about my husband. He came to me in the dream and said he was learning so much in Heaven. And then he told me what he was studying.
When I woke up, I immediately started writing everything down. And I thought about what I'd asked the Father about seeing my husband. I'd wanted something that absolutely stood out that it was not a dream but indeed a visit from Heaven. As I wrote this dream down, I described the light that surrounded my husband, the contented smile, his youthful apperance. I also wrote down what he was studying. He'd said he was studying all sorts of things including Malni.
Malni was so confusing to me as I could find nothing about this on the internet. I did figure it out eventually. My poor hearing seems to occur even as I sleep for what I really heard was Yahweh, which is the Hebrew name for God.
I was raised Catholic and converted to the Protestant faith years ago. In all my years I have always said God. Not even in my dreams would I have thought Yahweh.
I am so thankful to God for this visitation. I feel that I've received so much comfort from this. It carries me through the bad days.
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