It is said that dream time is when we fly to heaven. My dreams are often elaborate and memorable, they’ve always been. Passed relatives, God, the angels, and creations unknown to this world infiltrate my mind with ornamental color and sound. Last night, the night before my birthday, I excitedly drifted to sleep.
My visitor was a small, gray haired woman about the age of 80. Her skin was glowing, her eyes warm, and her subtle smile comforting. She never said a word but began to show me things. The way that she presented these things was different. Instead of simply being shown a picture, she allowed me to experience. A simple merry-go-round turned into all of the sensations of the ride: the lights, music, the up and down motion, and the sense of thrill. A field turned into me walking into the field, the sunshine warmed my back, musky flowers filled my nose, and the wind danced around my body.
We moved slowly away from the experiences, and back into reality. She was a part of my family. She came to church with me, ate lunch with us, and helped me take the kids to the bathroom after the meal. As we left the bathroom, she said something to me in Spanish. I quickly answered back, impressed with my Spanish repertoire, and my sister (who is actually fluent in Spanish) was impressed.
Now to the present moment: My alarm goes off. Time to get up and exercise. Oh yeah, it’s my birthday. OH! My dream was so crazy last night! Who was that woman?
The birthday workout is killer. I’m exhausted! Time to drive to work. Oh yeah! That woman, who is she?
The morning commute allotted plenty of time for my mind to wonder, to relive the dream. Just as I determined it was Mother Teresa, the Spanish phrase resurfaced, and then I knew. The woman is Abuela. My brother-in-law’s grandmother. Abuela (Spanish for grandmother) visits me often but I don’t always recognize her because I’m not looking for her. I’m expecting someone from my side of the family. With this dream, I am confirmed in knowing she looks after me as well and is actually overseeing my continued growth here on earth. Her Mother Teresa-like energy reminds me to lead with a giving, servant’s heart.
I felt selfish for even thinking this…but I wondered why I didn’t hear anything from Paw Paw, Grandma, Great Grandma, Nana, or Jerry?
Paw Paw died two years ago and has been invading my dreams ever since. I welcome him and look forward to it. As I opened the web browser on my phone, I saw a picture of my sister and me. We took the picture the last time we visited Ohio two years ago for his funeral. There it is, a birthday wish from him too!
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