Another week. Another stretch of activity and lists and meetings. Another week of unknown. The other day I told my husband, Dan, that our life feels kind of surreal at the moment. Something seems "off" with everything and yet, I cannot quite put my finger on it. And this carries over into my dreams. Most nights, my dreams tend to center around ministry and the church. Last night was different. I woke up this morning from a dream where we were visiting my mother-in-law and she was in a locked hospital ward. She was in bed and crying in pain. My husband laid his hands on her and prayed. In my dream, she arched her back, sat up, stood up, grabbed me by the arms and started jumping up and down. She looked directly at me with cognition and said, "Look, Terri, I'm healed!" Her reality is quite different. While she is out of the rehab center and in the assisted living facility with my father-in-law, she is in pain. Most of the time, there is mental fogginess and you c...