I woke at 4am this morning from a harrowing dream about my husband dying.
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My husband just turned 50. In the dream, he died in his sleep in our bed. I woke in the morning and he was dead. I went into action mode, called the police, and then started to plan his funeral - he wants to be buried at sea and I called a friend who has a boat and he said he would take me out there. We had a small funeral service out in the Pacific ocean.
Then I went about all the steps needed to get his life insurance redeemed, sorting out his belongings, having a garage sale, making sure I could keep his military priviledges, and calculating finances in order to buy a smaller home so I won't have to worry about money.
What struck me watching myself in the dream is that while I was very sad, I didn't really grieve. I also was very practical and did all that needed to be done.
In real life, my husband and I are closer than we have ever been. His health is fine. When I woke up, I laid hands on him while he was still sleeping and covered him in prayer, rebuking the enemy from his life.