A Sense of Peace at Last
February 22, 2015
He accepted Jesus as his Savior. Spiritual warfare ceased.
My father’s perspective on life changed.
The last twenty-three years were lived differently from his first sixty years.
Cancer attacked his organs.
His spirit left his body.
Apparently I had faltering faith.
I wished that I could have heard his thoughts.
I desired to see the world through his eyes .
I needed to know his soul.
God sent a dream that gave me an amazing sense of peace.
Daddy sat on a bench in the hospital waiting room. I asked, “Daddy, why are you here?”
His reply was: “I’m waiting for your mother. She had one of her headaches.”
He stood up, walked down the hall singing.
I said, “I didn’t know that you were a vocalist.”
I noticed that he was taller.
His injured leg was healed. His permanent limp didn’t exist.
Wheelchair, crutches, cane, or elevated shoe were no longer needed.
No painful expression.
I woke up.
The clock registered two o’clock.
I arose at eight o’clock.
I dialed mother’s phone number.
I contacted my brother.
“Mother is here with us,” he said. “She had a migraine. We took her to the hospital at two o’clock this morning.”