Saturday, April 27, 2013

Gratitude In A Dream

I had a dream of Ry last night. It was both wonderful and horrible. I so appreciate that I got to spend a couple hours on the phone with him the day he left. Thankful I wasn't doing my usual micromanaging mom thing that day.
In this dream, I knew he was going to die and I clung to him. We all did. My whole family was there. Each of us were tortured to let him walk away. No hug was enough, no gazing into his eyes was enough, no smelling him was enough, knowing it was the last. So though I would love one more hug, this dream made me blessed for the times I had and not jealous for that one more moment with him. I am blessed by the times I had and blessed by my incredible memories.

In Him,

1 Corinthians 2:9 

But, as it is written, “What no eye has seen, nor ear heard, nor the heart of man imagined, what God has prepared for those who love him”—

1 comment:

  1. Your dream sounds both painful and healing and the Scripture you posted is beautiful and true.