(Quote) Jerry-730726 said:
I never thought I would share this one on CM because it is so special and private.....yet I think...
(Quote) Jerry-730726 said:
I never thought I would share this one on CM because it is so special and private.....yet I think ALL should know that dreams can be fulfilling and peaceful.
I had fearful thoughts about how/when the hour would draw near for my Mom to pass away. Her impending death scared me. I had thoughts of "what do I do.....and how do I handle the others?" (my Father included) After all I was the one assigned to coordinate everything including the will.
About a month out....(from her death) I had a dream. I dreamed she and I were walking down a white road. She looked at me as if to say..."Which way do we go?" (for the road led to a crossroads left and right and went on ahead also....up a hill) I said "I don't know Mama" Just as I said this....a lady dressed in white....(you can only guess who!) started walking down the hill towards us. She was beautiful! She had on the gold lame running the entire length of the robes she had on. She walked....but sort of "glided" I said, "Oh Mom....look who is going to show you the way!" So I let go of her and she walked up to her (never looking back but staring up at the white Lady) The Lady in white looked over her shoulder (my Mom's) and stared directly at me. Her lips did not move but there was a type of conveyance. What came from her was: "You don't have to worry about your Mother anymore. I'm going to take care of her" I had goose bumps in the dream then! They both walked forward and up the hill while I waited at the crossroads. Both were engaged in conversation. And the white lady every once in awhile would sort of toss her head back laughing. Her arm was around my Mom's waist and off they went. I was overjoyed and saddened at the same time. Because it was goodbye....and Mom never looked back (guess that was the selfish part of me!) When I awoke there was moisture coming down my cheeks....oops. But I guess the message here is not so much what happened in a dream...but what happened after. The last month I was calm and unafraid....and handled everything. Everything was indeed okay~
Jerry, thank you for sharing your beautiful dream with us. Just another example of God giving us what we need, when we need it. Or in this example, the Blessed Mother, and your beloved Mother giving you the peace you needed.
Your sharing has inspired me to share a VERY personal story as well. I've looked at this thread for over a week and kept debating whether or not to post my story of the day I knew everything was going to be okay. Well here goes......
Bob passed away on Nov. 15th, 2008, at home. As Kathy stated in an earlier post to you, the peaceful passing he had was nothing short of a miracle. God was truly merciful.
Anyway, three weeks after Bob passed I found myself enrolled in the RCIA. (Bob was Catholic, I was not). All through the RCIA process I was a woman in deep mourning, but knew this is what the Holy Spirit had called me to do. Some days all I could do was sit there and cry, but none the less I knew this is where I should be.
As the time approached closer to my being welcomed into the Catholic Church at Easter Vigil (March 2009) I wondered if I could make it through the confirmation without sobbing before the whole congregation, as this was certainly my pattern thus far while attending Mass and RCIA. Anyway, on Good Friday I was kneeling, praying, and crying before the Veneration of the Cross was to take place. When it came time for me to approach the Cross I was sobbing hysterically. I went forward, kissed the feet of Jesus, and then went back to my pew. I knelt down and started praying through the sobs. I finally just turned my hands up toward Jesus and asked him to help me. I told him that I'm turning all this pain over to him. I humbly asked him to help me get through the next night at the Vigil. It was the first time I had surrendered all my pain to Jesus. At that moment I looked up and saw Jesus standing at the altar with his arms outstretched toward me. I, like you, had more of a conveyance of words from Jesus. He told me not to worry any longer, as Bob was resting with him now.
I can't tell you how much of a burden was lifted from me at that moment. For the first time since Bob's passing I knew everything was going to be okay. I left Church with a much lighter heart and was actually looking forward to the Easter Vigil. I had worried so much about the bittersweet feelings I would have, as Bob wasn't there to share in this joyous event. But God was merciful to me on that Good Friday. He gave me what I needed, when I needed it. Maybe because that was the first time I had truly turned everything over to Him. All my pain and sorrow were in Jesus' hands.
Once again Jerry, thank you for sharing, and giving me the courage to share my story. God bless you.