A Long Night

I had an absolutely horrible dream last night and woke up at 3:00 TERRIFIED and sweating. I don't remember ever being that scared because of a dream. But the scariest thing was the yucky feeling I had. I could tell that the Spirit was just gone. I sat up in bed and started to cry. I told Ryan about my dream and asked him how my mind could have possibly come up with such a bad idea? Then I realized that the adversary had been able to enter my dreams. I have gone to bed exhausted the past few nights and not said my prayers. Satan is no dummy. He knew that other things had been more important to me in the past couple days, and he used that opportunity to get into my mind. I was so angry with him. I told Ryan that I needed to pray, but was so scared that the words couldn't even come out. Ryan sat up and said a beautiful prayer for me and I immediately started to feel better. As I lay back down I thought of the wonderful gift of the Holy Ghost. The fact that I knew that I was worthy of the Spirit and that I have been promised that I can call upon the Holy Ghost to be with me. It was amazing to have that peaceful feeling again. The words to the 3rd verse of one of my favorite church hymns, How Firm a Foundation, came to mind as I lay there thinking for quite a while. They say "Fear not, I am with thee. Now be not dismayed. For I am thy God and will still give thee aid." I haven't been so grateful for the gift of the Holy Ghost in a long time. And I will not be crawling into bed tonight without kneeling down first. Lesson learned.