Dream Nine: The Marriage Dream
One night, I dreamed I was getting married in a small building. A tall man stood beside me—my groom, I assumed—but I couldn’t see his face. Perhaps I wasn’t meant to. I only saw his back, dressed in a black suit. I was wearing a white dress. I then realized I was standing on a wobbling chair, my arms stretched out as if I were walking a tightrope in a circus—trying to keep my balance. Suddenly, the man grabbed my arm, and I became still. That was it. Reflection I have never forgotten this dream. I remember it with clarity, as if it happened just last night. At the time, I believed it was a sign that I would soon be married—or that God was showing me the marriage meant for me. From that point on, every man I met made me wonder if he could be “the one.” I believe God does reveal glimpses of the future. But looking back, I now ask different questions. Was God showing me something He desired—or something I would choose? Was it a promise, or a preview of a decisio...