In my dream last month I was at a funeral home, working to prepare someone for a
funeral.
I must have worked there,
because I was so involved in the preparations and stayed with the body all the
time. My friend, Patti was there, too,
and we interacted a lot during the process.
There was a funeral bed, and I kept making sure the sheet corners were
nicely tucked in. And the people working
with me for the funeral – I kept checking on them, too, making sure their
outfits were correct. The man who went
before the body was in a white robe with a belt with tassels and something
hanging from the end of the tassels that had to be just right. Patti and I were scurrying around last minute
to make sure he had what he needed to do the job each day. It was several days of busyness, and then I
guess the funeral was over. Everyone
went home. Patti stayed a bit, and then
she left, too. But I was still there,
still tucking the sheets around the corners, tidying up, waiting.
Then I began to realize that the funeral was for me, that
the body I had been attending to with Patti was my own. The funeral was over. Everyone had gone home. Still I was there hanging on to this world,
my earthly body. Patti had stayed there
with me night and day, talking with me. Then finally she was silent, and she
left, like she knew I wasn’t going to be there anymore. Patti works with the elderly and has birthed
several beloved ones through death, and then she lets go, and goes home, and
grieves. Though I was sad when she left me
at the funeral home, I knew God told her to go.
It was a little sad, losing Patti, being all alone, still
smoothing sheets, tidying up. Then I heard
someone quietly telling me, “Let it go. You
can go now”. Was it the man in the white robes? I don’t know, but I stood there thinking
about it, and suddenly realized, “I can go to the Father now!”
By now I was half awake in my bed, realizing I was dreaming,
but hanging onto the dream to bring it to the end. I ran out of the funeral home, straight through
the closed door – I figured I could do that since Jesus did it after he was
resurrected. Then I shot straight up –
yes I was flying – heading to heaven, to my Daddy. And I heard heaven laughing, saying, “Yup,
she just realized she can fly!” And I
flew right into heaven and there was Jesus, waiting for me on top of a hill,
wearing the white robe, and I flew right into him and knocked him down and we
laughed, and cried, and rolled around on the ground, and hugged, and I kept
saying, “This is what I was made for, this is what I was made for!”
Then I remembered the play I had taken part in, years
ago. I think it was called “Heaven’s
Gates/Hell’s Flames”. The play depicted
what happens when people die. There were
people who didn’t know Jesus, and they died and went to hell, and there were
people who knew or met Jesus, and died, and they walked up the steps to
heaven. When I was auditioning for my
part, I so hoped I would get to be one who went to heaven – I so wanted to be
enveloped in Jesus’ arms. And I got my
wish. I played the part of a woman who
knew Jesus, and died in a car accident.
After I “died in the accident”, I approached the steps of heaven and
Jesus was there at the top of the stairs.
I practically ran up the stairs and he took me in his arms and I held
onto him for probably longer than I should have as I imagined in my heart that
it was really Jesus, and really heaven and everything I had gone through, car
accident in my case, was nothing anymore, just be in Jesus’ arms.
And now, here I was, not in a play anymore, but really here
in heaven. Really in his arms. Then Jesus picked me up, just like I was a
little girl, and I didn’t need to ask him where he was taking me. I knew he was carrying me to the Father. I was going home. And I am laying in my bed crying by this
time, because everything I had ever wanted had been fulfilled.
