This is neat post by a great writer/teacher named Todd Stocker. I’ve had dreams too about my dead father but never one quite so vivid and uplifting as the one Todd shares here.
Originally posted on Todd Stocker.com:
It’s been nearly three years since my oldest daughter, Makenzie died in a car accident. Since then, our family has been on a journey marked by recovery, struggle, joy, sadness, questions and pain. Pain – there’s been plenty of that. But what has been lacking in our movement forward are dreams. In my vulnerability, I pray for dreams about her. Last night, God gave me one. Here’s what I remember:
Our family was at a party – no, a carnival. There were kiddie rides, food booths and street performers and the smell of cotton candy permeated the cool, late afternoon air. In the dream, I knew that she died, that she was allowed a few hours with us and that at the close of the carnival, she would be heading back to heaven. We walked together, once again, as a family. We talked, played some games and ate hotdogs smothered…
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