Last night, I dreamed...I dreamed that mom and dad were both still alive and we were in our old home. They were young again. I was young also. Just a child. The years had not taken their toll. Parkinson’s was still far in the future for both dad and me. Dementia had not yet offered even a hint of it’s cruel arrival to my mother. We were laughing. Perhaps we laughed because we knew the years would never pass in my dream. We were safe there.
There is a simple joy that comes when you have two parents in heaven. They live beyond hurt and age. They are not touched by disease nor dread. They cannot be shaken by the hard news of earth. And, they occasionally come for the sweetest of visits - into my dreams. I never know just when to expect them, yet they are always welcome. They make a pathway from out of their safe place and arrive by nightfall while I sleep. They let me see them as they were, and I understand somehow that is how they are again. Young and strong. In our old home. Laughing. We are safe there, in my dream.
“I go to prepare a place for you,” He said one day. The very One who dreamed of the beautiful sky full of stars and then spoke them into being is making an eternal home for us. It was still far away when He spoke... yet to come. He too, had to pass through the pain of this earth. Thirty three years were His fill of heartache and hurt. He often dreamed of home - the Place untouched by the torment of passing time. There He could be one with the Love and Peace that abide there. In His dream. And, somehow, in His bountiful care for us - He dreamed of us there too… at home with Him.
The Dreamer says it will all come true, one day. As I close my eyes - I say that I believe Him. I am laughing. Am I dreaming?
Last night, I dreamed...I dreamed that mom and dad were both still alive and we were in our old home. It was a new home. We were young and strong - and we were laughing. We were all safe in the Dreamer’s dream. Far from the hard news of earth.