For years, Rehema had prayed for a husband. A good man. A peaceful home. A real marriage. But by 33, she was tired. Tired of talking stages. Tired of heartbreaks. Tired of prayers that seemed to bounce back.So when Daniel came into her life — mature, polite, and ready for marriage — she said yes. He wasn’t perfect, but he was intentional. He met her parents after two months.
They began wedding plans. She finally started buying the bedsheets, cooking pots, and dresses she had once buried deep in her dreams.But as the wedding day neared, Rehema began noticing strange things.“I would wake up sweating. My bedsheets would be soaked. And in the dreams… there was always a man dressed in black robes saying.To read more ,click here
