A few weeks ago in the midst of lots of medication I was having lots of weird dreams. Many of the dreams involved zombies (thank you Walking Dead), friends, family, my puppy.. they all melded together in weird blends and often woke me up anxious.
One of these dreams, right smack in the middle of it was the only grandma I had. My Great Grandma Grace, in all of her worried spirit, and I was begging her to forgive.. Forgive sins of adultery that my Great Grandpa Shelby had committed while they were still married during the war, before he was saved so long ago. What is weird about the dream is she was crying and I was sobbing trying to explain to her the urgency in her needing to forgive, that God asked it of her…
I attributed this insurgence into my dreams to the fact that she had been in and out of the hospital lately… and I was doped up on medication.
Then, a couple days ago I was praying through a few things on my 3×5 cards, and randomly I thought about her, so I prayed,
“Lord, if she is right with you, and her work is done, please take her home…”
… and then, I moved on to other prayers..
This is a picture of my older brother and I with her a few years ago at one of my nephew’s birthday parties. Oh the stories I have from childhood of this woman watching us.. haha never a dull moment.
There is no way to truly explain the peace I feel at knowing that she went home because she was right with the Lord, and her time here was finished.