What is indubitable is that whether you dreamt it during a micro-nap on your night shift or whether you actually met Him, it was a Divine Intervention.
Same. This may sound crazy but I lost a very important document in my house and needed it in a few days. I searched and searched and finally said a prayer asking that I would be able to find it. I had a dream that night of me finding the exact box and exact folder the document was in and found it the next morning.
Not crazy at all. If I had a nickel for every time I said a prayer looking for something and then the place it is popped into my head, I'd have a whole lot of nickels.
A little prayer my mom once taught me was to St. Anthony (patron St. of lost things)
"Tony, Tony, look around, something is lost and can't be found". I use it often.
6 months after my father passed, I met him in a dream, he was busy with some text he was studying (my father authored 2000 books, essays, plays, poems…).
We did not interact nor try to, but this peaceful situation brought calm to my heart and definitely healed me of my loss.
I lost my mom to her second stroke that left her basically in a coma state. She was unable to speak to me but I know she could hear me talking to her. I told her it would be ok for her to go be with my grandma, that I'd be ok. A few mornings later I was laying in bed, just woke up. I saw this mist at the foot of my bed and thought at first it was smoke from a fire, so I just stared at it, shocked. There's no way there could be a fire there. All of a sudden a picture formed in that mist and it reminded me of one of those toys you'd look into and pull that lever down on the side to change pictures. I saw my mom & grandma with an arm around each other and waving at me with their free hands. I knew instinctively that it wouldn't last and I had to memorize it all. They looked so happy and between their heads was a GIANT pink flower. She was the green thumb, not me, so I had no idea what kind of flower it was but it was beautiful. Then the picture dissipated and the mist was gone. 30 minutes after searching the internet I realized the flower was a pink peony. When I told Mom's best friend what happened, she interrupted me when I got to the peony part and said, "Oh! Your mom's favorite flower!" I had no idea that was her favorite flower. I'll never forget it and one of these days when I can find a good artist, I plan on getting a pink peony tattoo
From what I've read, these type of dreams are often called "visits". They come to us to let us know our loved ones are ok. I've had several of them about my mom especially when I've been in a stressful situation. She seems to always reassure me that things will be ok.
I have had very similar experiences only I was able to speak to them very briefly and while it didn't heal me from my loss, it definitely made it a little easier to knowing that at some point we will see each other again. Each dream the deceased loved one basically either let me know that they were ok or told me something that was kind of eye opening. Wouldn't trade those dreams for anything.
What is indubitable is that whether you dreamt it during a micro-nap on your night shift or whether you actually met Him, it was a Divine Intervention.
Thanks for sharing, Fren.??
Funny that you mention that. Some of my experiences have been through dreams and they've been pretty powerful. Could use that again about now. :)
Same. This may sound crazy but I lost a very important document in my house and needed it in a few days. I searched and searched and finally said a prayer asking that I would be able to find it. I had a dream that night of me finding the exact box and exact folder the document was in and found it the next morning.
Not crazy at all. If I had a nickel for every time I said a prayer looking for something and then the place it is popped into my head, I'd have a whole lot of nickels.
A little prayer my mom once taught me was to St. Anthony (patron St. of lost things) "Tony, Tony, look around, something is lost and can't be found". I use it often.
And that is exactly how God works! Glad that you found your docs.
6 months after my father passed, I met him in a dream, he was busy with some text he was studying (my father authored 2000 books, essays, plays, poems…).
We did not interact nor try to, but this peaceful situation brought calm to my heart and definitely healed me of my loss.
I lost my mom to her second stroke that left her basically in a coma state. She was unable to speak to me but I know she could hear me talking to her. I told her it would be ok for her to go be with my grandma, that I'd be ok. A few mornings later I was laying in bed, just woke up. I saw this mist at the foot of my bed and thought at first it was smoke from a fire, so I just stared at it, shocked. There's no way there could be a fire there. All of a sudden a picture formed in that mist and it reminded me of one of those toys you'd look into and pull that lever down on the side to change pictures. I saw my mom & grandma with an arm around each other and waving at me with their free hands. I knew instinctively that it wouldn't last and I had to memorize it all. They looked so happy and between their heads was a GIANT pink flower. She was the green thumb, not me, so I had no idea what kind of flower it was but it was beautiful. Then the picture dissipated and the mist was gone. 30 minutes after searching the internet I realized the flower was a pink peony. When I told Mom's best friend what happened, she interrupted me when I got to the peony part and said, "Oh! Your mom's favorite flower!" I had no idea that was her favorite flower. I'll never forget it and one of these days when I can find a good artist, I plan on getting a pink peony tattoo
From what I've read, these type of dreams are often called "visits". They come to us to let us know our loved ones are ok. I've had several of them about my mom especially when I've been in a stressful situation. She seems to always reassure me that things will be ok.
I have had very similar experiences only I was able to speak to them very briefly and while it didn't heal me from my loss, it definitely made it a little easier to knowing that at some point we will see each other again. Each dream the deceased loved one basically either let me know that they were ok or told me something that was kind of eye opening. Wouldn't trade those dreams for anything.
Wish I'd known your father, sounds like quite the Renaissance Man.
Would love to read his poetry...
Yup, a real noodle baker... ?