Husband: You did a thing last night. I had to put my hand on you while you were sleeping.
Wife: Oh, is that what you call it? A hand on me?
Husband: Yeah – Something was going on and I could tell you needed a hand.
Wife: Yes, I had a nightmare and I remember praying while I was sleeping. I said “Satan begone, this is not where you belong!” Then I woke up and you were holding my hand.
Husband: Look at you rhyming! You need to say that in a deep booming voice “Satan Begone”.
Wife: Yes, like our son did. (Inside joke).
Husband: Is that what I was holding? Your hand? I don’t remember what I did, I just heard you make a noise and knew I needed to put a hand on you.
Wife: Thanks for lending me a hand to fight the bad guy.
I have nightmares now and again. When I was a child and, in my teens, I had a lot more than now. But I learned somehow in my teens to pray in my sleep. In a semi-conscious state, I have had to tell the devil that he has no power here. And give the power to the Almighty.
And have an amazing husband that will hear in his sleep when his wife could use a helping hand.
I don’t always remember what the nightmare was, but I always remember telling Satan he has no power and inviting my Holy Father to take a stand with me.