In Memory of my mother...

On Saturday, April 25, 2009 my dear friend and mother went to be with the Lord. My heart now has a huge empty spot that is now filled with pain. I am confident that she is celebrating in heaven with Christ and her family and friends that went on before her. The Lord has been very generious to me the last few weeks and has blessed me with two different dreams that I would like to share now.

Last Thursday I drempt that I was getting onto a water ride. As I sat down in the boat, I asked the guy who was attending the ride if there was a seat belt for the ride, he replied "no", so I assumed that it would be a gentle ride. As the boat started off up the first steep hill, I heard the boy in front of me scream as he headed down the steep fall. I instantly thought "oh my goodness, I don't have a seat belt", I started to panic, but as I started down the fall, I felt the boat that I was in gently being carried down the steep hill. I immediatly felt peace and noticed that I was not afraid anymore. With each hill and drop, I continued to feel relaxed and peaceful. After I awoke, I realized that the ride I was on was much like the ride of grief that I am on now and that God is carrying me each and everyday as my emotions go up and down. He is my strength and the peace that I feel each day as I carry on with this life.

This past Monday night, I dreamed that me and our four children had the chance to visit with my mom one last time since her dying. My mom looked wonderful...she was much thinner and was very fit and active. When Kait and I saw her, we kept hugging and smelling her. I had so many questions to ask her. First I wanted to know about her hospital visit. I asked her if she knew what was going on, she said "no". Next I asked if she was scared at the hospital and she admitted that she was. I told her that I had been worried about the terrified look that I saw in her eyes. I then asked if she had been in pain that day, and she answered "no". I also asked her about my grandmother, Mawzy. She told me that she looked very cute...I thought that this was odd, because she was 81 when she died. I assumed that she had recieved a new body, just as mom had.