For years Joel has entertained me by recounting his adventure dreams to me. About five or six times a year he has the most exciting dreams, with plot lines and twists and surprises that rival, even surpass, the best action films. I have always been content to just vicariously enjoy his adventures in the morning, over coffee, safely ensconced in my kitchen, in my jammies. But this week, he has been riding on a euphoric cloud as a result of his best ever dream. And for the first time, I am jealous.
I hope I can retell it accurately.
Joel is flying (no plane...just him) above the city when he decides he wants to fly to see Maura. He begins to fly higher when he senses risk and the question coming from within asking, "Are you sure you want to do this?"
"Yes," he replies, and shoots upward.
A light appears in the distance, but grows as it quickly approaches.
Again, the question and warning from within. "Are you sure you want to do this? It's dangerous."
"Yes, I do. I want to see Maura." And he continues to climb higher. As he does, the light shines more brightly. "Was it like the sun?" I asked him. "No, it was much much brighter than the sun. I can't even describe it."
As the light sparkles more brightly, completely enveloping him, the warning comes again, even more harshly spoken. "Are you really sure you want to do this? It is dangerous and you could get hurt."
Yes, I want to see Maura!" And he feels that he is lifted, aided in some way as he continues to journey even higher.
The light is now shining so brightly that he can hardly stand it. It is different than any light he has ever seen and it draws him in like a magnet. It is glorious and powerful and wonderful.
Joel is acutely aware of the risk he is taking, and he insists that he want to continue. But in that instant, he sees that he is surrounded by angels who whisk him from the awe-inspiring light back to earth in less than the blink of an eye.
"Were you disappointed that you did not get to see Maura?"
"No," he replied, "because I know she is in that place."
About Me
- Erin
- This is a picture of my daughter, Maura. She died from metastatic high-grade unclassified sarcoma* on May 19, 2009 at the age of 22. For one year I wrote about her journey with cancer. I don't know if I'll keep writing now or if I'm done. We'll just take it a day at a time. *Sarcoma is a little-known, under-researched, under-funded cancer. To contribute directly to research please consider giving a gift directly to: MD Anderson Cancer Center- Donations, PO Box 4486, Houston TX 77210-4486 ****(Please write "In memory of Maura de Souza " in the memo portion of the check to make sure it goes directly for sarcoma research.)
1 comment:
WoW!!! What a great response/ending. That is the ultimate best news -- that your loved one is secured in the place of heavenly light.
Yeah, Erin, I might be jealous of the dream too, but it sounds like a vision he was meant to share with you. What a blessing! God is gracious to give you such confirmation.
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