Dreams...

Thursday, November 13, 2008

Do you dream? Do you remember your dreams? Lately my dreams have been confusing and somewhat frightening. They seem to be revolving around my father...dreams of being unable to find him, dreams of him laying at the bottom of those stairs, dreams of him in the hospital on the ventilator, etc.

After yesterday's post regarding my "breakdown" I had quite a few comments, even people commenting me on Facebook. I was quite moved by how many of you can relate to the sadness regarding my father's passing.

But today, I want to tell you all about the dream I had last night...It started out like my other dreams, I'm searching for my father and I can't find him, only this time I'm back in our house on Lefferts Blvd in Queens. I'm walking through the rooms in the house calling for my father. However, unlike my other dreams where I'm searching for my father, I find him in this dream.

He's up in the little study off of the master bedroom. We referred to this room as the "red room" because of the red wallpaper, very clever, I know. My sister and I use to sleep in this room on the floor in the heat of the summer because my parents bedroom was the only bedroom with an air conditioner. When it would get unbearably hot we would get out these big feather down comforters from Germany and lay them on the floor and sleep on top of them. I feel so spoiled now with central air.

But back to my dream, I find my father up in the red room and he looks great...just like he did when I was a teenager, a little overweight, a pretty full head of hair combed over, of course, and that great smile of his with his eyes twinkling. I even recognize the clothing he's wearing, that blue shirt with the white design that he held on to for YEARS, grey pants and a blue sports jacket.

The best part of this dream is that my father recognizes me. He reaches out to me and I run to him and he hugs me. HE HUGS ME! I woke up this morning with such a feeling of peace...I can't begin to describe it. I can still feel that hug and see that smile of his even now as I write this.

What amazes me is that I truly believe the Lord sent me that dream as a way of letting me know that everything is going to be okay. My father is watching over me and I know one day when we're reunited again in Glory, my father will take me by the hand and introduce me to the Great Comforter, my Savior, as he did many years ago when I was a little girl and knelt at the altar one Sunday night after hearing my father preach.

The Lord truly is my glory and the lifter of my head!

4 comments :

  1. overwhelming, beautiful, profound

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  2. Guess what? I had a dream about Daddy last night too....unbelievably the same dream! I mean it, for real! I went to bed thinking of him, and your post, feeling very sad. Then the dream came...I was in I think our old house, but it was a house...looking for him, and then he came to me...not in the red room, and I don't remember his clothes, but I believe downstairs in the living room. I saw him, and he looked so good. I said to him.."Dad you look so good!" He said to me, I feel wonderful, no pain, I can walk fine now!" What a miracle that we both had about the same dream, on the same night!!!!! I too believed it was the Lord reassuring us that Daddy is well in Heaven, and he is watching over us today! And making sure we know all is well with Dad...and it will be with us! So amazing I told Becca about it this morning! Love, ME!

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  3. Wow...incredible. The dream felt so real to me, I have such peace about everything. AMAZING!

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  4. aawww...this made me cry. God will continue to minister to you in a multitude of ways. It's exciting to hear that two siblings had similar dreams! My sis and I would go back and forth with some of the same things, but not at the same time. I'll be popping in to check on you! Take care, and may you continue to lean on God, and cast your cares upon Him.

    Interceding for you,
    Becky

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