Saturday, August 15, 2009

Dreams and Comfort

Have you ever heard something in a song, or on television and it just gets stuck in your head? You know, a lyric or a phrase that keeps coming back to you when you least expect it?

Yesterday was one of those days. I was watching Little House on the Prairie with my family and Laura was going on about how it wasn't fair that she had to work in a stable to make enough money to get shoes for her horse while Nellie was just handed a thoroughbred. Of course Pa had some words of wisdom for his little "Half Pint". He told her that in life you are going to come across things that just don't seem fair. That's why the Lord gives you little gifts in your life, to help you get through the tough times.

It was this little morsel that kept creeping in and out of my mind all day. As my family ran around doing some errands, I kept thinking about Pa's advice and all of the little gifts I have been blessed with.

We finished up our errands and headed home. When we got home, I phoned my Mom, just like I do all of the time. When I finished rambling on about what I did that day and what I planned to do tomorrow she gave me some very disturbing news. Someone we are very close to suffers from an addiction to pain medication. This is someone I am very close to and love very much. Worse yet, this is someone my seven year old son is close to and loves dearly. This person HAD 12 years clean time. My mother went on to tell me that this person is once again abusing medication. At this point, there is nothing I can do but pray.

So, after hearing this news, I tried to continued on with the rest of my night as normal. Every chance I got, I silently said a prayer for our loved one's problem. Pa's advice to Laura kept racing through my mind once again. I went to bed, and that's when I was given one of those little gifts from the Lord he was talking about......

I had a very strange dream. I don't really remember most of it, but what I do remember is a gift from above. At some point in my dream, I was in a house. I'm not even sure it was mine. I remember hearing a car pull up and the front door opened. In walked my Granddad and he said my name. I can still remember sound of his voice. (this Granddad passed away in 1998) . I ran over and gave him the biggest hug around his neck.

At that moment I woke up. It seemed so real, that for a moment I wondered if it really did happen. Even though it was a dream, I was filled with such warmth and comfort. It still feels so real, tears are streaming down my face as I type this.

Upon waking, I instantly thanked the Lord. I prayed that He continues to bless me and my loved ones with little gifts to get us through the tough times. The Lord heard my prayer for comfort and strength and He answered in a very powerful and awesome way.

Blessed are the poor in spirit, for theirs is the kingdom of Heaven....Blessed are those who mourn, for they shall be comforted. (Matthew 5: 3-4)


  1. This post is so true. I'm sorry to hear about your family though :(