Two nights ago I had my first dream about my father since his death June 22, 2003. This was surprising to me as I dream often and God speaks powerfully in my dreams. I wanted to dream about my dad for obvious reasons but nothing came until now.
I was watching him play basketball from several yards away. When he caught me looking he stopped and then sort of danced around with a big smile on his face. “Can you believe he almost died?” I said to a friend who was with our family the many months in the ICU. She began to cry and then I did too. We were both so grateful that he was so healthy and full of joy having been so close to death.
And then I awoke and remembered he was dead. But it wasn’t terrible. The waking reality didn’t negate my dream. He is dead and yet I know he is alive – and dancing.
Dreams can be so moving. Glad this was a happy one. 😉
That’s beautiful! And it makes me think of a song we sing at church often…
“There’s no place that I’d rather be
Thank dancing for You as You sing over me.”