A few nights ago I was sitting at my kitchen table having a conversation with a good friend. We had been talking for well over an hour and the conversation moved towards the loss of family members. If you know anything about me through this blog, then you know that my Mom passed away last year after a lengthy battle with cancer. My friend shared a similar experience that he had with his Grandfather. Our conversation carried on in a predictable manner until he asked a question that truly stunned me.
“Did you ever dream about your Mom after she passed away?”
The look on my face must have been confusion because I know that I was very surprised that he would ask such an odd question given the context of our conversation.
I proceeded to share with him what I am about to share here.
(Quick background information here- I am not a person that dreams often. And I barely remember them even when I do. With that being said, I remember this dream vividly, and you will see why in a moment)
I was standing on my neighbors front porch for some reason. It was raining outside. A really soft rain, nothing too bad. I turned around and walked down the steps to the sidewalk and turned towards my house. My mom was standing on the sidewalk. Her face and body showed no signs of the illness she fought for close to 5 years. She was healthy. She was normal. She was radiant.
I dont think she said anything to me, but I just walked up to her and gave her a hug.
Then I woke up.
But I woke up with the sensation of hugging her. It was like I had just hugged her for real. I cant quite explain it, but an overwhelming sense of peace washed over me and I was so thankful.
I had been struggling to remember how it felt to hold her and be held by her. I forgot how she looked when she was healthy. I wanted so much to forget the images of her last days. Looking back on it now I am convinced that God showed me that to provide me comfort. It was an answered prayer.
Praise the Lord.