God can bless us however He chooses

Yesterday was my 39th wedding anniversary. We married on May 15th, 1970. It was a Friday evening at 7pm. It was hot that evening, just like last night. We looked at the clock at 3 minutes to 7 and while standing in a room of 250 people My husband announced to the two men we were speaking with, "in 3 minutes it will be 39 years ago that we walked down the isle." Congratulations, they said. Then one stopped and said let's pray. So right there in the midst of the commotion he prayed for us, for our marriage. He thanked God that our marriage had endured. He was sure that in those 39 years we had faced some difficult times, and he was right, but that we had endured. He prayed for the next 39 years, He blessed us, our marriage and our ministry. He is a kind and gentle man whom I had only met today. I thanked him when he was done and told him that at the end of the day when I thought about my favorite part of the day it would be about him. Not that he had prayed for us but something he had shared earlier in the day. It was a dream he shared with us. In this dream he had a conversation with his son. It was an intimate dream. A conversation, moments with the son he had lost to cancer. I was touched in a way that let me know the importance of that dream. Really, I think he spent those moments with his son. It reminded me of the morning I woke and told my husband "I spent the evening with my grandmother last night". I woke from having spent the evening with her, having conversation with her. When someone you love is gone that means something very deep. I recalled the story my mother told me about a similar conversation she had with her mother after she had passed. That conversation meant something profound to her.
Some people would scoff at this and insist it was only a dream. Not me, I believe God gave him another precious evening with his son. God blesses us however He chooses.