Prayer Can Change Dreams While They're Running

I had been shot in the left shoulder. The bullet was still lodged in there and I needed surgery to remove it. The doctor laid me down on a bed and injected local anaesthetic to the problem area from three or four angles. At this point the room became a small hostel bedroom with about six beds, but another family arrived with guests and about ten people needed somewhere to sleep. They wanted me to move out of their way.

David heard me whimpering softly in my sleep at 6:25am. He silently prayed for me.

Suddenly I'd been successfully operated on, I'd recovered, and my team of marines were honoring me for having taken the bullet. I had to do a strength test to show I was back in fighting shape. I held tightly onto the cable car wire all the way up the mountain, dangling over nothing without fear. Everyone was amazed at the ease with which I did it, previously injured shoulder and all.

Wow, it's awesome having a husband in the bed who prays for me when I'm whimpering during a bad dream! Thanks, David!