I had a wonderful dream last night. My father-in-law who passed away several years ago, was coming to visit. He called me to let me know he missed his plane, or his train, and he would need to catch the next one. I told him that would be fine. Then, the rest of dream we just talked on the phone and visited. That part of the dream was strange because he never was a talkative person when he was alive and I don’t really like talking on the phone. I can’t remember what we talked about, but it doesn’t seem to matter. The thing that mattered to me about the dream was being able to just hear his voice again and know that he was okay.
This dream could have all kinds of interpretations. Maybe my subconscious mind misses him and this was my mind’s way of dealing with that emotion. Maybe he represents a father-figure for me and I was trying to work out something like that. I could go paranormal and say that his spirit tried to contact me and let me know he was okay. However, I know if there’s existence after death, then my father-in-law doesn’t have the time to contact me in my dreams.
My best guess though is a combination of all of it. I believe that the love my father-in-law had for me exists beyond his death. It’s here in my heart and it’s everywhere. It exists as a part of the universal life that we all belong to. And I think if my mind, heart, or spirit concentrates on that love, then it isn’t too unbelievable that I would have a wonderful dream of him and feel his presence a little more today than I normally would.
When things like this happen, I thank God for them. I truly believe that when everyone else seems to be looking for proof of God’s existence and signs in the world, I don’t expect them. If they appear, then it is a blessing, but even if they don’t, the love that we share with one another and the life that we live are true miracles of God. Every time we experience them, I know that I should have faith in God and be thankful.
My faith saved me. May God’s peace reside in all of our hearts.
