There are moments when God’s humor slips quietly into our lives, catching us off guard and making us laugh right in the middle of our worries. This morning’s dream was one of those moments—a tender reminder that even in pain, the Father’s presence can be both comforting and delightfully unexpected. What began as a prayer about trust turned into a handshake from heaven, sealed not with divine thunder but with the soft touch of a little dog’s paws. I had a very funny dream last night—one of those half‑asleep, half‑awake moments. I was talking with Father God, something I’ve been doing a lot lately because of what’s going on with my back. As I’ve mentioned before, I have arthritis all down my spine. I also have spinal stenosis, where the spinal canal narrows and pinches the spinal cord around the L4–L5 area. From the MRI, it even looks like one of those vertebrae has deteriorated. On top of that, I deal with sciatica pain. I keep telling Father that I will trust Him with whatever ...